Knox adds, “She said it. She said, ‘So just hand her over and you’ll get Jax back’. I was doing some reading today and a Djinn’s word is their contract. She has to give Jax back.”
“Yea, but it doesn’t say when or in what condition.”
Knox puckers his lips. “Well, shit. I read it as immediately. A trade. A person for a person.” He rubs his chin, “But she is a Djinn and is notorious for using words against us and to her advantage.”
“Then you need to figure out how to word your demand in such a way there’s no wiggle room for her to manipulate.”
“Everlee, we won’t trade you for Jax.”
“The hell you aren’t. He’s your family and I’m a nobody.”
Callum rushes me and wraps me in his arms. “Don’t say that. I know we haven’t been together for very long, but there is a connection with you. A connection that has been forged hundreds of years in the making. You are not a nobody. You are…”
“A somebody?” Knox inserts.
We all look at him.
“Damn it, it was just such a magical moment, and I just got wrapped up. I was trying to help. It sounded so much better in my head, like a suave, ‘somebody’, but when it came out, it was like huh huck, ‘somebody’. I’m sorry. I’ve ruined your moment.” He slaps his forehead.
Overcome with emotion, I hold my arm out towards him, bringing him into a hug. “It wasn’t a huh huck moment. It was very sweet.”
He buries his face in my neck and I give him a quick kiss on his temple.
“Ok. Fine. We aren’t trading me for Jax. So, what are we going to do?”
We spend the next several hours planning, replanning, and planning again. Coming up with phrases and wordsmithing the crap out of them to get them down to their most basic meaning so she can’t use our words against us.
Tomorrow, Brady will get his revenge. We will use me to trade for Jax, then use Brady to kill Samara. Emmett will feed Brady his blood and then we’ll remove his iron chains and hope the Mist of Morreux consumes Brady and in that brief second when Brady dies before he transitions to vampire, the mist will vacate Brady’s body and flow into Samara. It’s a tight window, but it has to work. It’s the only plan that we could come up with where nobody dies, and even this one is not one hundred percent guaranteed.
It’s almost midnight when we leave the library and when I tell them I want to take a shower to clean this day off of me, they guide me towards a bedroom I’ve not seen yet. It has an enormous bed in the middle with various toys hanging on the wall. Before I can say anything, they tell me that’s not why we’re in here and then guide me to the attached bathroom.
It’s the largest bathroom I’ve ever seen. There’s an enormous bathtub in the middle that could easily hold six to nine people and a row of waterfall shower heads along the back wall.
“This is huge.”
“That’s what she said,” Knox teases.
“Do you want a bath or shower?” Callum asks.
Seconds tick by as my mind thinks through each. Why is this such a hard question? After more time than should have passed, I answer, “Shower.” Maybe I’ll get in less trouble this way.
Emmett takes off his clothes and leaves them on the shelf. He turns on the showers one by one to make a continuous rainfall shower that is at least ten feet long. Knox follows. Removing his clothes, then bouncing across the floor.
“When I said I was going to take a shower, I didn’t mean you all had to join me as well.”
“Little fae, we aren’t leaving your side tonight.”
Because they don’t trust me not to go after Jax on my own. Fair. I gave them yesterday and since it’s past midnight, it’s technically tomorrow. I’m sure being with Samara for so long has them naturally dissecting words for loopholes.
His hands gently lift my shirt, then pull down my pants. He places them on the shelf, quickly slips out of his and guides me over.
Yep. This isn’t going to work. How can I not want to fuck three deliciously desirable men when they are standing around me, hot and wet?
Callum guides me under the water from behind. He presses his body against my back and gently wraps his hand around my neck and tilts it up so the water washes over my hair and back. Emmett’s to my left, squeezing shampoo in my hair, while Knox is rubbing a loofa across my body, slowly. Very slowly.
“Oh,” I moan out as Emmett’s fingers dig into my scalp and Callum’s wrap around my hips and hold me to him.
I’m getting wetter and wetter and it’s not from the water gushing over my head.
