A shimmer in the middle of the room distracts us, and when it clears, Angelo is standing there with Morgana and their professor. The tall, dark-haired woman looks delighted when she sees Rogue and Kat, but the stodgy mage seems unimpressed.
“This is Discordia? It doesn’tfeellike such a big deal.”
Slash eyes him with an evil smirk. “Insult our world again while standing in our room. Please give me a reason, spell-slinger.”
Kat rushes over to the first two arrivals before the professor retorts. “Hey. Um, welcome. And… maybe don’t piss off Slash? He eats people he doesn’t like—literally.”
I love how easily she accepts that, and by the expression on my brothers’ faces, they do, too.
Morgana arches a brow, chuckling softly. “Iggy is a work in progress. Surely you have at least one, too?”
“She does,” Rogue says with a grin. “As do I, though mine is missing.”
“Princess…” Angelo says as he abandons his travelers to go to her. “You don’t have to pretend it’s fine.”
Another portal shimmers into being, and this time, Zav shows up with another blond, sporty guy and the beautiful siren. They look around, clearly unused to portals, and Morgana turns to them.
“There you are,” she says in a voice that tells mea lotabout her relationship with them both. The siren flushes happily, and the polar bear gives her an adoring smile.
Oh, those two are definitely submissive.
“Since I’m not sure everyone exchanged names last time…” the tall gargoyle looks at everyone in the room reprovingly. “I am Morgana LeCiel, and these are my mates, Lucas and Slade. That’s Iggy, and the ones coming are Prince Liam and his guard, Kaspar.”
“Li’s your mate, too,” Lucas adds, and I hold back a laugh. He’s involved with that one as well; he didn’t want the royal left out.
Kat clears her throat, leaning down to pick up Dottie. The kinkajou shrinks immediately, perching on her shoulder for support. “Um, I’m… Kat. People also call me Kit, and that’s a long story, but…”
I rescue her with a wink. “I’m Xerxes, and my kitchen friends are Salem and Oriel. The lovely gent with rainbow hair is my mate,Anton, and the big guy is Slash. Our grumpy prince is glaring at everyone, while his mate is the Kitsuné who brought you here.”
“And I’m?—”
The last flash of light precedes the last portal, and the younger twin comes out with the Fae prince and the angry-looking dragon.
Just what we need—another one of those.
“As I was saying, I’m Rogue. Those portaling twins are Angelo and Damon Gemini. Archie is holding my other mate, who is being reborn from a phoenix bomb or whatever, and my last guy, Rebel, has been kidnapped. Now we’re all good, right?”
The new dragon looks around, his gaze narrowing on the crowd. “I renew my protest of this incredibly stupid idea.”
Jasper grins for the first time all night. “On that, we agree.”
“Everyone, please,” the Fae prince says in a firm voice. “Yes, this is unusual. Normally, such alliances would not be possible. Politics, inter-realm beefs, and many other thingsshouldkeep us as far from one another as can be. But… this isnota time for us to let that stop us.”
“Very diplomatic, Prince,” Jasper says with a smug expression. “And I agree, but for the timing. This feels premature, and it is obvious that everyone has… issues of their own to overcome. That’s why I objected.”
“Well, too bad, so sad, little rich heir,” Morgana says as she turns a dark gaze on him. “We’re here, and this is happening. All of you with dicks need to make yourselves scarce as promised.”
His brows flare up, and suddenly, every guy in the room starts talking at once. I sigh, shaking my head in annoyance.
This is why I enjoy being exactly who I am without all those fucking labels—they cause nothing but trouble.
Ten
MORGANA
The scaly royal is obviously unused to people telling him to get fucked, even politely. I know that the hidden girl amongst them fights back, and maybe the rest of them have found their balls since she arrived, but that’s not enough. He’s far too pissy about being told to get lost by someonenotin his circle. Unfortunately for him, I spent a long time under the thumb of a wealthy dragon with an over-inflated ego and questionable morals, so his glare will not affect me.
I cut the last one’s head off, and if the nervous-looking girl wasn’t enamored with him, I’d consider round two.
