Reverie stretched and cracked one eye open.
“That’s the best sleep I’ve had in my life.” Nathan popped up from her other side.
“How could it not be? You had that cute butt snuggled up against Big John.”
Reverie jack-knifed into a sitting position, grabbed Nathan, then blinked out of the room.
Before any of us even had time to panic, she was back.
Without Nathan.
“Where is Nathan?” Oren asked, looking as stunned as we all felt.
“Sitting in the pigpen on our farm,” she said with a smug smile. “I warned him. Let this be a lesson to everyone: don’t mess with a Hawthorne, or you’ll end up in deep shit. Literally.”
At that exact moment, Nathan appeared in the room covered in mud and shit. “That was harsh, Nexi. Expect retaliation.”
“Bring it on, psycho.” Reverie grinned.
I, along with my Faction brothers, was laughing so hard at this point that we could barely breathe. Zane was cackling one moment; the next, he was trying to fend off a hug from Nathan.
“Get the fuck off of me!”
Nathan swiped his hand down his shirt and then rubbed the gunk he’d collected in Zane’s hair. Zane started gagging and punched Nathan in the stomach. Nathan's breath whooshed out, and he bent over from the force of it. I was expecting him to be pissed, but he surprised me by laughing hysterically. The man was obviously just the slightest bit unhinged.
“Okay, that’s enough. Both of you get cleaned up, then let’s take our Nexus to breakfast before we visit her parents.” Oren's voice was filled with authority.
If he was going to be the leader of this Faction, then I planned on being the enforcer. I think for this to work, we all had to carry our weight, no one role was more critical than the other.
Nathan and Zane turned to him and started his way; both now covered in mud and shit.
“Touch me with that shit, and you’ll both be sporting new hairstyles.” His hands sparked with electricity.
This motherfucker had lots of secrets. Exactly how many abilities did he have? Both guys wisely decided to heed his warning and went to get cleaned up.
“I’m going to get dressed. Do y’all want to meet me in my dorm?” Reverie was headed toward the door.
I jumped to my feet, “I’ll walk you.”
“You need to get dressed. I don’t need an escort.” She put her hand on her hip.
Pantar appeared suddenly, and even though I couldn’t hear him when Reverie rolled her eyes, I took it to mean he’d agreed with me.
“Fine! I guess I do need an escort,” Reverie said, reaching out to scratch under the giant Fellat’s chin.
Oren walked over and pulled Reverie into his arms.
"I'll meet you 'accidentally' at Java and Jam,” he said. "Then, after, we’ll teleport to your parents' apartment.”
“Sounds like a plan.” Reverie leaned up and whispered something in his ear.
Oren grinned, the action looking out of place on his face.
“That sounds like an even better plan.”
“You know we can hear what you’re thinking, and I call bullshit,” Zane smirked. “There is no sex before the bonding ceremony.”
“It’syourbonding ceremony, not mine. My ceremony is going to involve silk ties and hours of worshiping her body with my mouth.” Oren leaned down and bit her ear. Reverie blushed a beautiful pink, then cleared her throat.
