“I’m Valen, the better looking and less aggressive twin.”
“I’m Knox.”
“And I’m Ryker.” The blond with pillow lips takes a hesitant step forward. He holds his arms out non-threateningly like he’s approaching a wild animal. When I don’t move to bolt or hurt him, he continues to get closer. He stops about a foot away from me and pauses.
“Can I touch you?” he asks.
His tone resonates in me and goosebumps rise up on my whole body.
“That’s a loaded question," I reply, my voice sounding a bit breathier than I want.
What the hell is going on? I’m drooling like a teething baby all over these strangers, and I have no idea where that’s coming from.Your vagina, Vinna, it’s coming from your vagina.I wave off the unhelpful thought.
“It’s just to heal you,” Ryker explains, with a small chuckle.
“Oh, you don’t have to do that. I’m fine.”
I sidestep him and head toward the door. I grab my phone on the way out, squeezing past the others still grouped at the entrance of the gym. My arm just lightly grazes Valen, and it sends chills through my whole body.
I’m beyond grateful and a little surprised that I make it through the door without suddenly stopping and trying to lick one of these guys. I make it as far as the stairs on the second floor before they all catch up with me.Well…fuck!
“Why won’t you let him heal you?” Bastien--I think--asks me. He keeps pace with me as I increase my speed. Damn shorter legs.
“Because I’m not really hurt.”
“But you have scratches and bruises.”
“Yeah, just scratches and bruises, no big deal. They’ll be gone in a week.”
I step through my bedroom door and turn to close it, thinking they’ve stopped on the other side, but they brush past me and pile into my room.
“Well, why don’t you come on in fellas, don’t mind me.”
“Don’t mind if we do," a twin--I have no idea which one-- smiles at me. Throwing in a wink for good measure, he shuts the door behind him.
Fuck. Shower, I need a cold shower ASAP.
“Will you guys leave I... uh...need to clean up.”
“Let me heal you, and we’ll leave," Ryker counters.
“Why is this such a big deal?”
“You’re a caster. It’s what we do. We use magic to make our lives better.”
“I’ll remember that for next time," I say, opening the door and motioning for them to leave. I look up, and they’re all just staring at me.
Ryker steps toward me and the earnestness in his eyes makes me pause. I’m not even sure why I am fighting this so hard, other than it’s something they want me to do and I’m being stubborn.
“Tell me how it works?” I ask hesitantly.
Ryker steps closer and a flutter sweeps through my body.
“It may not even work,” I tell him nervously. “When I was fighting with the paladin, Lachlan tried to throw a couple of shiny orb thingies at me. They didn’t work the way he wanted them to. Which was good for me in the end, but…my point is…don’t get too excited about your magic working," I proceed to ramble like an idiot.
“There are so many things about that statement I want to know about. Starting with why you were fighting your uncle’s coven?” Knox asks me.
“That’s a super long story.”
