Getta’s question takes me aback. “But I marked them; clearly, my magic felt that I needed them,” I defend.
“Oh I agree that they are needed, but is it truly by you, or is it by the other Sentinel that marked them?” She poses the question, and I pause to really think about it.
I notice out of the corner of my eye that Bastien is fidgeting in his chair. I ignore it and think through my connection with Enoch, Nash, Kallan, and Becket. I look at them like brothers and good friends. They’ve never felt like Chosen to me, and yet I’ve always felt compelled to bring them along with me from the moment their marks showed up.
Valen and Sabin seem to get wiggly in their seats too, and I wonder if they have to pee.
“If they could have more than what they would have being my Shields, then I would want that for them,” I admit, and Getta nods. “But will they have that with this Sentinel? She seems like she hates them,” I add, hoping Getta can offer some kind of reassurance or guidance.
Ryker proceeds to start crossing and uncrossing his legs, and I look over at him.
Did these dudes get ants in their pants or something?
“That is an excellent question,” Getta declares, and I focus back on her. “An excellent question that’s really none of your fucking business,” she finishes, and I chuckle and shake my head at her.
Torrez and Siah move like they’re uncomfortable, and I look over at them, puzzled.Fuck, the wiggles got them too?
Getta starts to say something else, but I don’t pay attention to it as I’m too busy watching all of my Chosen fidget and move like they’re going to pee their pants at any moment. They look uncomfortable as fuck, and I can’t figure out what’s going on.
“It’s the tea,”Sabin’s voice shouts in my mind.
“What?”I ask, even more confused.
“There must have been something in the tea, because we’re all sporting major wood right now!”he declares.
I look down at his crotch and then Bastien’s. I bust out laughing.
Getta gives me a knowing look, and I crack up even harder. “You brew your tea with Viagra?” I ask her, and she giggles.
“I don’t know what that is, but I did tell you it was good for the circulation, didn’t I? Getta cackles, and all the guys look even more uncomfortable.
“Go, girl, have your way with them, and then come back and tell me all about it.”
My head jerks to Getta, shocked. Did this crazy old lady just say that? She nods like she’s confirming my unspoken thought, and I don’t know if she isgoalsor if she should be avoided at all cost.
“I guess that’s our cue to go,” I announce to my Chosen. They all slowly get up, shielding themselves with throw pillows and hands and quickly turns their backs on the very dirty old lady.
She watches them, pure amusement seeping out of every pore. “That view isn’t so bad either,” she declares, her eyes fixed on Ryker’s ass. I don’t know if I should cover her eyes, high-five her, or hurry my guys out the door. I decide on stepping in front of her to block her view and mouthingrunto the guys. I wait until they’re all out of sight, and turn around to find Getta laughing her ass off.
“Is that tea going to fuck me up too?” I ask, resisting the urge to drop my hands in solidarity with the guys and cover up my nonexistent boner.
“Well, you won’t grow a penis, if that’s what you’re asking,” she teases.
I snort out a laugh and shake my head.
“Your clit will thank me later,” Getta adds, and I’m simultaneously mortified and intrigued by her vague statement.
“This Q and A isn’t over just because you drugged my Chosen,” I tell her with a finger wag.
“Next time, you’ll have to fight me for it,” she challenges, and I laugh.
“Fine by me. I’m a mimic, so everything you did last time is now in my repertoire,” I tell her.
“Doesn’t mean I’m not going to hand you your ass again,” she retorts.
“Maybe, but eventually you’ll run out of tricks, and it’ll be your ass in the trough.”
“Careful, girl, don’t make me neuter those big lady balls you have.”
