Ryder pulls at my arm until I face the three of them. Nefarious huffs a jealous sigh before lowering himself down to lie on the ground. Ryder leans his temple against mine as his big palm rests against my navel.
“Fuck, let’s just hope they’re not anything like their mother, or none of us will make it.”
Gentle magic swarms me and I use it to my advantage. I touch my finger to the tip of his nose and it sparks on contact. It isn’t much. It isn’t raw and powerful like it once was. And I don’t want it to be. I like my quiet Hopeless fae magic. I like that I can still use it to piss them off whenever I want.
Ryder curses from the stinging feel of my magic and their rumbling laughter skims through me.
I’m surrounded.
I’m completely surrounded by asshole fae men.
And I’d never want it any other way.
