“Don’t lose focus, Kara.” Ryder’s voice holds warning.
“I won’t.”
“Good. There are some bad cases of shuddering fae being distracted when using this magic.”
My eyes peek open to look up at the somber prince.
“What happens if I’m distracted?”
The weight of his gaze sinks right through. It sinks low until it’s heavy at the bottom of my stomach.
“Sometimes nothing. Sometimes a hand or just a finger is lost during the teleportation.”
“A finger?” It’s a shrieking sound that leaves my lips. “I have three boyfriends. I needallof my hands.”
I jerk my hands away from him and step back.
“Yeah, she’s not fucking doing this.” Dax follows me as I start to pace the room again.
My footsteps sound through the room. Dax’s footsteps mirror mine. My pacing becomes a little quicker. Dax’s pace follows suit. I turn around on the balls of my feet. Dax does not.
The smooth panes of his chest collide with my breasts.
“Do you mind?”
Can a woman not have a simple anxiety attack in peace?
“Kara, you can do this. I wouldn’t have suggested it if I didn’t think you were strong enough.” Ryder holds his hand out to me invitingly.
Darrio nods, his brows pulled low over his intense gaze.
With minor hesitation, I step past Daxdyn and place my hand into Ryder’s. The warmth of his palm pulls me closer until he wraps me up in his arms.
His strong heartbeat pounds against my chest, strumming strength into me.
The coarse feel of the sides of his head meet my fingertips as I stare up into his eyes. The light in the room falls across his gaze, making his eyes the color of the morning sky.
“How do I know where I’m going?” It’s a quiet question. It’s a sound of my fears rising up and strangely enough, I’m okay with these three seeing me at my weakest.
“Just think of a place. Or a person. Imagine it with vivid detail. Your magic will do the rest.” He pauses for a second, searching my eyes intently. “Ready?” It’s a whisper that fans across my lips.
“I am now.”
I might always be ready as long as these three men are by my side.
As he starts to fade away, flickering in and out, I keep my eyes locked on his.
I think about the feel of his drifting form beneath my fingertips.
I think about the powerful buzz of magic pooling through me.
I think about the nerves in my body mimicking what Ryder’s doing.
And then, at the last moment, I think of who I want to see right now.
I’m gone before I even realize it.
