The moment I kill four of the Immortal Quintet, the Divide will become thin enough for humans to pass through. Felix will slip into the mortal world to mark their exit point with the etherium I stole from Amadeus’s crown before he starts to guide the humans out of the Nether. Right now, Lillian, Felix, and the other humans are watching for the signs that it's time to flee, just as we planned. They have a simple system for relaying information to the various compounds.
As soon as they can escape, it will be a race for their survival. The humans kept as pets in the citadel will be told the plan, too. Whether they choose to stay or escape is up to them.
It's a complex plan, and so many things can go wrong. But as long as I don't fuck up, we'll be able to get the humans out of the Nether and refortify the Divide with the etherium containing the life forces of the Immortal Quintet.
They'll be free. My blood oath will be fulfilled. And before I fade to nothing, I’ll give up the shadow heart in my chest so my quintet's curses can remain broken.
Baelfire's voice breaks me out of my deep thoughts, making me realize I'm standing at the edge of the vast green field we've used for training over the last couple of days.
“There's my pretty little Angel of Death.” He's on me an instant later, wrapping his arms around me and nuzzling my neck. He sighs. “Fuck, I missed your scent.”
My face goes hot because A, he's gloriously shirtless, and all his warm golden muscles are wrapped around me, and B, the others are also not wearing shirts.
Four ludicrously attractive, shirtless legacies wait beside me with heated gazes, ready to pin me down.
How are they all so handsome? Everett with his lean muscles and flawlessness, Silas's corded forearms and dark smirk, Crypt's mesmerizing eyes and those light and dark swirls curling over his shoulders, arms, and abs…
Fucking gods.
Maybe I should call off training today so we can do some naked cardio back at the cottage.
Bael groans, picking up on my arousal. “Godsdamn. Baby, I'll give you any fucking thing you want if you sit on my face again.”
I swallow hard, squirming breathlessly as I try to get a grip. “I should really train you guys.”
“In bed? We accept,” Crypt winks. His markings are glowing slightly, but he's not reacting to them like they hurt.
Baelfire begins kissing down my neck. Ireallywant to abandon practice to fuck the living hell out of him—out ofallof them.
But no. Because I'm training them for a damn good reason.
I guess it's time to share that reason.
Baelfire essentially has my arms pinned, so I drop like a ragdoll. When he catches my upper half, I hook my legs around his body, kicking into the back of his legs to throw him off balance. Rolling when we hit the ground, I quickly have him pinned in the grass with his wrists over his head as I smirk down.
Until I see the pure pleasure on his face and feel the huge, hard bulge just behind where I'm sitting on his stomach. His breath is ragged, golden eyes twinkling with eagerness.
“Fuck, Raincloud. I love it when you're on top.”
I lean down to teasingly nip at his jaw, which earns a breathy laugh from him.
“Are you going to be a good boy for me and actually train?” I whisper quietly enough so only his sensitive ears will pick up on it.
He shudders, swallows hard, and nods.
“Good.”
I release him and stand up, fighting a smile when I see all three of my more voyeuristic matches enjoying the scene in front of them.
“You can all save the bedroom eyes for later. Your training is important.”
I start to strip off my baggy top shirt since it's warm in this magical sub-realm, and we’re about to work out. But Everett immediately stops me, casting a frown toward the nearby buildings where acolytes are studying indoors.
“Don't. They'll see you.”
“It's dark. Also, I doubt they care that we're out here.”
He huffs. “Over the last two days, I’ve caught them staring at you constantly. They know we’re out here. Of course, they'll want to see you training without a fucking shirt on.”
