"I am so hot for my husband right now," Lucy tells her, and Sera laughs.
They continue chattering for a few minutes, and I take in all the people in their formal attire, the lone fighter in the ring waiting for his opponent, and Falling Down exiting the stage set up in the far right corner.
Gavin "The Ripper" Jones enters to In This Moment's Adrenalize. This is one band I’m not a fan of, but I cheer anyway.
I take in the fighters. One’s leaner than the other but more defined.
Oh, the muscles on these men. Delicious. I now understand why strange women lust after my brother.
“This is going to get bloody, I think,” Lucy tells me.
“I think so too.”
Lucy’s been really welcoming to me since I’ve arrived on their doorstep. I wouldn’t have blamed her if she would have been rude or didn’t talk to me much at all. I would have understood, seeing how close she and Xander are.
Watching him with those babies is lovely. I can’t wait to see him with ours.
“That was disgusting,” I tell Lucy when “the Ripper” delivers a blow to his opponent that sends blood and spit flying from his mouth.
“Just, ick,” Lucy replies. “Let’s ignore the blood and spit and focus on the rippling muscles.”
I sigh, taking in said muscles. “Yes, let’s.”
Looking past the blood didn’t work out too well.
"I'm going to find Jesse. Hopefully, he can fuck that image out of my head," Lucy says with a shudder.
I nod. "Just… yuck."
"Oh come on," Sera teases. "Didn't you look past the blood and see those hot male specimens?"
"Who could see past the blood?" I squeak, my stomach queasy and it has nothing to do with the baby.
I hear Sera laugh as we walk away, and I don’t even care.
“Sera’s a hardass,” Lucy tells me.
“I got that. Xander told me a lot about everyone.” I wipe my brow and feel beads of sweat. “Oh, wow. I really don’t feel well.” The room begins to spin a little.
Lucy grabs my arm. “Are you okay?” She calls one of the security guards over. “I don’t know where Xander is, but Tera’s feeling unwell. We need to get her up to the room before she passes out.”
“I think that’s a good idea,” I reply. The world tilts, and it’s then I realize Linc is standing there, lifting me into his arms.
“Little sister, did you eat today? Have you been drinking enough?”
“I did, and I have. I think maybe the heels are too much,” I mutter, irritated because these are one of my favorite pair of Jimmy Choos. Black, strappy sandals with a four-inch heel.
Linc looks at my feet, then shakes his head. “Tera.”
“Shut up,” I whine as the elevator doors open.
By the time we get to the room, Xander is there, waiting for us.
“Are you okay?” Xander asks. He’s looking frantic.
“I’m okay,” I reassure him. Linc sets me down on the sofa, and I take a sip from the water bottle Ethan passes me. He blots my brow with a cold cloth.
“This might ruin your makeup, but you look so pale, Tera,” Ethan explains.
