At first, Aydra smirked at her blushing sister, obviously flushed that she’d been caught out of sorts and bringing food back to whatever person it was that had adorned her bed the night before. But the way her sister avoided her gaze made Aydra pause.
And then, the realization of who it was that she was sure had joined Nyssa in her bed hit her like an anvil.
Aydra audibly gasped, eyes widened. “No!—what—Nyssa!”
“And we’re leaving,” Draven’s hands grasped Aydra’s shoulders and he tried to pull her away.
Aydra pulled her arms away from him, mouth still agape. “The one person—”
“Drae—”
“—I told you to be careful of—”
“Sister, please—”
“—you took him back to bed?!—”
“Will you—”
“—What happened? Did he lure you with his stupid jokes?”
“Oh, what did you think was going to happen?” Nyssa suddenly spat exaggeratedly at her.
Aydra’s words ceased, and she felt her brows raise on her face at her sister’s scolding rolled eyes.
“You tell me I can’t have something, I’m obviously going to go after it!” Nyssa continued.
The defiance written in Nyssa’s features made Aydra’s chest swell. Aydra shook her head, feeling her lips slowly twist upwards as the words her sister had just said repeated in her head.
“Something tells me she didn’t have do much ‘going after’,” came Dorian’s amused mutter.
“Shut up, Dorian,” they said at the same time.
A laugh sounded under Aydra’s breath when she turned back around, and she met Nyssa’s gaze. “That’s the first time you’ve truly stood up to me,” she mused.
Nyssa inhaled deeply, and Aydra watched as a small, yet nervous, smile lit up her sister’s face. “I’m learning,” she managed in a breath.
Aydra grinned. “Yeah? How did it feel?” she mocked.
Nyssa’s chest began to heave, gaze darting between Aydra and Draven standing behind her. “Terrifying,” she admitted, “but a good terrifying?” Her voice was high-pitched, as though she were fighting anxiety. She started shaking her hands, nerves suddenly possessing her. “If that makes sense. I—”
Aydra laughed as her sister steadied herself. “It does make sense,” she told her. She shook her head as she wrapped her arms around her sister. She hugged her tight and then pulled back a few moments later, holding Nyssa’s face in her hands.
“I’m going to kill him,” Aydra said with a full grin on her face.
“You’re not,” Draven said, sinking his arm around Aydra’s shoulders as she dropped her hands from Nyssa. “If I remember correctly, your sister can decide the right sort of man for herself,” he added with a wink at Nyssa. “Besides, Nadir would somehow charm his way back into your good graces before you got the drop on him.”
An audible sigh left Aydra’s lips, and she reluctantly resigned the notion. “Fine.”
Dorian came up beside them then. The grin on his face was spread into his features. He started to reach for Nyssa’s chin so he could see the marks on her throat, but Nyssa slapped his hands.
“Ass,” Nyssa muttered.
Dorian chuckled under his breath and held out his arm for her to take. “Come on, let’s go get you that food for you to take back to bed.”
The pair started off down the hall, Nyssa shoving his arm off her after a few moments and Dorian laughing at her as they playfully argued down the tunnel.
Aydra was still in shock. Draven laughed and pressed his lips to her temple. “Leave it,” he urged her. “She can take care of herself.”
