“Which, in their crazy minds, was the equivalent of daring them to come here.”
“Will you two stop!” a voice bellowed. Luke.
Tate gritted his teeth. “He’s not here either. He’s just not.”
Luke cursed long and loud. “For God’s sake, let the damn mamba go before you—ow, get your teeth out of my fucking hand!”
Tate narrowed his eyes as amusement and smugness rippled down the mating bond. Unfuckingreal.
Havana gave him a little smirk. “I told you the universe—”
“No. Just no.”