The side door to the throne room opens.
“Ah, there he is,” Tawv declares, and for some reason, I expect a wizened old wizard to come shuffling out the door with the aid of a walking stick.
I could not have been any further off.
A tall drink of water with buzzed snow white hair, full lips, and a jaw that’s clearly been chiseled by a very skilled sculptor steps out into the throne room. I freeze and can’t seem to stop myself from open-mouth staring. It’s like his mere presence has activated some creeper mode switch I didn’t even know I had, while my brain hums a steady rhythm ofhomina. Like, my Chosen are standing just off to the side, and yet my mind gives no fucks.
“Tawv!” he greets with a deep voice that I just want to spread out like a blanket and roll myself in.
Burrito for two, please!
I watch Suryn shiver with pleasure and lick her lips as Tawv and the hot guy hug each other warmly and exchange pleasantries. Good to know I’m not the only one affected by this guy’s presence. I giggle as Ory puffs out his chest in a testosterone infused cave-man-sensing-competition kind of way, and for some reason, that helps me slightly shake away the fog of lust clouding my thoughts.
Down, girl.
“Wekun, this is Suryn, our new Sovereign,” Tawv introduces, and Wekun gives her a smile that makes Suryn’s eyes widen. She slowly leans toward him as if she’s a mere flower and he’s the sun. Wekun places his fist over his bicep and slightly bows to Suryn.
“It’s an honor to meet you,” he tells her smoothly.
Suryn just blinks slowly like her brain has stalled somehow. Tawv clears his throat, and the sound has her looking over at him and then snapping out of whatever the fuck just hit herpause and droolbutton.
“And you,” she stammers out after another awkward beat.
Tawv introduces Ory, and Suryn looks around like she’s perplexed about what just happened. I chuckle, and she looks over at me. I wag my eyebrows at her, and she mock fans herself. We both giggle again and then shut the fuck up when Tawv says my name and Wekun turns to me, almost busting our fangirling.
“Ahhh, I was wondering when I’d get to meet you,” Wekun tells me with a beaming smile that makes my synapses melt into a puddle of incoherent girly mush.
Fuck, he just hit mypause and droolbutton too!
He steps into my space and leans his forehead against mine. Several growls fill the room, but for some reason, I can’t tear my eyes away from Wekun’s champagne gaze and look to see what’s going on. He inhales deeply, and the whole situation short circuits me. I basically become a broken toaster of a female that drools from multiple places as he stands there, his head against mine, just breathing me in like that’s fucking normal.
“Welcome, sister,” he tells me as he pulls his head away from mine.
The wordsisterhas my lust screeching to a halt. My vagina screamsoh hell nooooofollowed byawhyyyyaimed at the heavens as she reaches for a mop.
“What the fuck?” I ask, once again snapping myself out of whatever spell this dude’s hotness puts on people.
Wekun laughs, and my vagina starts to judge herself when she responds regardless of the wholebrotherquestion still hanging in the air.
“Sister, as in fellow user of Bond magic, not as in an actual relation,” he reassures me with a wink that my vagina’s convinced is just for her.
“You have Bond magic?” Ory demands, his eyes going wide.
Well, shit.
I glare at Wekun for letting the cat out of the bag, but he just smiles that fucking smile at me, and my vagina convinces me we should forgive him.
“That actually makes a lot of sense,” Suryn admits, studying me for a moment like she doesn’t know why she didn’t see the wholeBond magicthing sooner.
Wekun moves, and Suryn is once again lost like a moth to a flame.
“Are you like a fucking Siren or some kind of vagina whisperer?” I ask Wekun, his hotness melting any hope I have for manners.
He chuckles, and I involuntarily sigh dreamily at the sound of it.
What the fuck is going on with me?
I look over at my Chosen, and half of them look like they’re about to brawl, while the other half look seriously amused. I watch as a rune on Wekun’s beefy inner elbow lights up and then dims, and it’s like he poured ice water on my libido.
