“She is a walking death wish.”
“That’s a bit dramatic,” Bael replied in the distance.
“She is aphoenix,” another masculine voice stressed. “With the red hair and the combustion habit, sooner or later, others are going to find out.”
“And they will demand her death sentence.”
“Muting her powers could work,” Thierry said. “Maybe a potion?”
Muting her powers?Fuck. Them.
Completely nude, Nix rushed down the stairs to confront them. The pores on her arms emitted the tiniest of flames as her frustration grew.
She strode to the kitchen and saw Ryker, Thierry, Bael, and Persius leaning against the counter and sitting on the barstools, hatching their “what to do with our mate” plan.
“Oh damn, naked Nix in the morning,” Bael grinned salaciously as his red eyes lovingly and lustily laved over her body. “Best fucking wakeup call in the world.”
Thierry rolled his eyes at Bael. “You’ve been awake for two hours now.”
“Not my dick. That makes up like half of my brain. Not that I needed more than half my brain to listen to your nonsense this morning.”
Her face turned red as she waited for them to fall to their knees and grovel for forgiveness. They didn’t look remorsefulat all. “Do you have anything to say to me?” she challenged them loudly.
They blinked. Ryker had the decency to guess what she wanted and grunted, “Good morning?”
“Yes.” Thierry nodded, also not wanting to be in trouble. “Good morning.”
“Kaliméra,” Persius pronounced a Greek word.
“You look hot,” Bael added.
They really didn’t remember.I really did time-travel again.
“I’m pissed at you all!” she yelled at them.
Their stunned, confused expressions added to her anger. Small flames raced over her fingers as she clenched them.
Ryker slowly, in a voice of distress, asked her, “Did you...not like what we did to you?”
“Not like it?” she scoffed.
They hadpurposefullynot listened to her when she said not to put her in that cage. They had not valued her thoughts on thetopic of her own body and future—it didn’t matter that she had been bespelled to love Adar.They should have listened to me.
“What?” Thierry asked with brows drawn in confusion.
“You can’t just make decisions for me,” she warned them, and her flames flared for a second. She threatened, “Lock me in a cage again, and I will find a way to stab your stone skin.”
“Cage?” Persius repeated.
“Um....are we being scolded for a dream you had?” Bael wondered aloud. “Because for a second, I thought you were saying we took advantage of your body last night. Like in a bad way.”
Nix gaped and sputtered, “It was not a dream! Y-You all locked me in that cage, and I deserve an apology—”
“For your dream?” Bael asked again calmly.
Nix growled and grabbed the kitchen knife that sat beside the cutting board. She lifted the blade and threatened plainly, “Say it was a dream again, and I’ll fucking cut you.”
Bael blew out a long breath. “Did you read my sex fantasy journal without permission?”
