Well, fuck me, this just got infinitely worse.
Pigeon takes that moment to once again flash me an image of a watering can and some now drenched flowers, leaving me no choice but to flip her off.
“What is it?” Ryn asks, shooting to his feet and scanning the tent for a threat.
Treno also pushes up out of bed, but he has one of those Chronicles of Riddick swoosh blades in his hand.
Zeph’s weight settles on me slightly, and I ignore all the parts of my body that light up in excitement because his parts are touching them. He blinks the sleep from his eyes and looks down at me, his honeyed gaze filled with heat and then confusion.
“How’d we get back here?” he asks groggily.
“I thought you did it,” I confess, and Ryn’s and Treno’s heads both snap over in my direction.
“What the rut?” Ryn asks, his features shifting from shocked to salacious in less than two blinks. “How in rutting Cynas did I sleep through that?” he asks no one in particular.
I try to sit up, but Zeph takes his sweet time getting off me. I’m pretty sure he’s playing some kind of game that involves seeing how many things he can rub against before I implode.
“You didn’t sleep through anything. We shifted last night and woke up here. I have no idea how. We have to seriously start working with Wekun in figuring out these runes,” I announce as I get to my feet and head to the entrance of the tent. “I’m just going to go get cleaned up and do exactly that,” I tell them, offering them a salute as I turn to leave.
Really, Falon, a salute?
I grab for the tent flap, but I don’t take another step before I’m being pulled back against another hard body sporting some serious morning wood. “What do you think you’re doing?” Ryn asks incredulously.
“Ummm, leaving,” I supply, matching his disbelieving tone.
“Not like that, you aren’t,” he scolds, and I look down to see what has him concerned.
“It’s fine, I’ve accepted the nudist way of life,” I tell him casually like that’s all the reassurance he needs.
“You should only be bearing yourself to your mates,” he tells me on a purr that makes a lick of desire run up my spine and goose bumps rise on my arms. “Good mates do that often,” he adds, fanning his fingers on my stomach and pushing me back against his good morning.
“Good to know, when I get some, I’ll remember that,” I chirp as I push away from him.
He groans. “So we’re back to that again? You wake up naked and needy in our tent and still want to pretend like we mean nothing?”
“Needy?” I object, hanging on to the only part of his statement that I can disagree with.
Ryn taps the side of his nose. “Yes, very needy,” he retorts.
Treno chuckles, and I don’t miss the deep inhale he takes.
“Since when are all of you friends?” I ask in an effort to distract them from picking out the scent of my apparent needy vagina from the air.
“Since we gained a common enemy,” Zeph states.
“And a common goal,” Treno adds, his eyes fixed on me intently.
I’d aw at the adorable way they just finished each other’s sentence, but I’m pretty sure Pigeon is awake and pumping me with hormones right now, which means I need to get the fuck out of here. I feel her chuff in amusement inside of me, and I swear I’m going to pluck out all of her feathers with tweezers just as soon as I get a chance.
“Fuck, that reminds me,” I exclaim. “I think I know how to break the Vow,” I tell them, and all hints of dirty thoughts and lust filled fantasies disappear from their eyes, and each of them gets very serious.
“How?” Ryn asks, stepping toward me, his features hopeful.
“Memories have been slowly coming back to me since I woke up in the Eyrie. I think most of them were blocked the way my magic was. But I remembered something my dad taught me when I was younger. It’s the key,” I admit, relief and exhilaration washing through me.
“Cum on a tree sprite, that’s it then. We have what we need to win,” Ryn crows, picking me up and swinging me around excitedly.
I can’t help but giggle and hold onto him as my world swirls and blurs.
“Cree will need at least another week to get all of her fighters armed, armored, and organized,” Zeph states.
“And how exactly are we planning on getting to the Hidden without getting picked off by Lazza and his men?” Treno asks.
Ryn sets me down, and I turn in his arms. “I think Wekun can help us with that,” I answer. “I’m not sure how many people he can take at one time, but he should be able to portal us to where we need to go.”
The three of them all growl in unison, and Treno mumbles, “Fucking Ouphe.”
I would congratulate him on his excellent use of my swear word, but using it in reference to Wekun overrides my pride.
“You three really need to let go of the Wekun hate. He’s helped us every chance he could. We would have been fucked without him,” I scold.
“He took you away, flower, and then tried to sever our bond. That’s not helpful, that’s sabotage,” Treno argues.
“You three were already sabotaging everything just fine on your own, that wasn’t on Wekun. He was just doing what I asked him to do. I’m not saying that you need to be besties with him, but you could be kinder. At least
