“I do.” He leans close and nips at my neck. “But as soon as the interest gets high enough, I am transferring the original amount back to you.”
“That will take less than a week.” Mooralan chuckles, and his brows pinch. “You know what else I just thought about?”
There’s a knock at the door, and we all flinch.
“Both of you into the bedroom.” Mooralan points at the open door.
“Not a chance,” Ferrok says. “I’m not going to let you get shot if they aren’t picky about who dies.”
A message notification pops up on my wall screen with an urgent symbol, and while the two of them discuss how they might open the door without dying, I flick the soft button on the wall and read the message.
“It’s fine.” I tell them, looking back at the door. “Phantom sent us something.”
Still, they look at the door with suspicion.
If I want it open faster, I know I could make it happen. All I’d have to do is try to open it on my own.
But they still look stressed, and I don’t think it would end well.
“Phantom also said we can order anything through them and it will be delivered.” I look at the closed door. “Maybe it’s noodles?”
“Why noodles? Ferrok’s confusion and Mooralan’s laugh breaks the tension and pulls them out of their overcautious paralysis.
I shrug. “Why not?”
When Mooralan cautiously opens the door, the portalisstill there. A bag falls out of it onto my floor.
“What is it?” I ask. Hopefully, it’snotnoodles. That would be a mess.
When he picks it up, his eyes narrow and his head tips to the side. “Phantom can’t read minds… can they?”
“I don’t think so.” That might be another ten million dollar secret.
“I was just about to mention that I don’t have any clothes. And then they throw this at us.” He turns the bag so I can see inside. “These aremyclothes.”
“So they might not be a mind reader, but they’re not above breaking and entering.” Ferrok laughs softly, and I take the bag, setting it aside with the one Ferrok packed when he planned to leave us.
“We have a week and nowhere to go… you aren’t going to need clothes if you don’t want them.”
He hums a sound of contentment. “That’s probably why they also gave us a gigantic bottle of lube.”
I look down and see the cap peeking out among his things. “They do like to plan ahead.”
Mooralan picks me up, kissing me wickedly. “Do you want to play a game?”
“Depends on the rules and the stakes.”
“It’s a three-player game.” He uses my hand to point at Ferrok. “First, our prince needs to take off his clothes.”
“I like this game already.”
Mooralan distracts me with kisses to my neck and across my chest while we both watch Ferrok undress.
“Sit,” Mooralan says, still using my hand to point. “Over there.”
Ferrok’s eyes twist to the side and then return upright, narrowing, but he doesn’t argue… he just walks to the other side of the room and sits.
“This is the part where things get fun.” He nips at my ear. “Will you be my puppet, Jade?”
