“Yes. And I still carried theminside my bodyfor months. That was not comfortable. Not to mention the morning sickness.”
“If I could have borne them for you, I would have, A Thaisce.”
I snorted a laugh. “You wouldn't have lasted a day.”
“I would indeed,” Arach huffed. “I am made of fire.”
“Yeah, yeah.” I cracked open the door to the boys' room and peeked in. They slept lighter than Samara so I just took a quick look and shut the door.
Lately, I'd been trying to leave during the middle of the night, both from the Faerie Realm and the God Realm. It made it easier for the children. I didn't warn them, only told them after I returned. Although, Brevyn often knew before I left, and he always told his brother. That was the trouble with having a psychic child.
“Feel better now?” Arach asked.
“Yes.” I took his hand and headed back to our bedroom.
“Care to extend those good feelings to your husband?” He waggled his crimson brows at me.
“You're such a bad dragon,” I teased, then ran the rest of the way to our bedroom.
Arach was right beside me the whole way.
Time to set the bed on fire.
Chapter Four
“I wish I had magic,” Rian whined.
“You do have magic.” I leaned over—not down, mind you, just over—and kissed his forehead. “You're full of magic.”
Rian and Brevyn were only seven, but they looked eleven. Damn Dragon-Sidhe genes. Or, in Brevyn's case, a slice of Fey soul courtesy of his grandma. Due to a chaotic birth, Brevyn and Rian had split in the womb, going from one baby to two. This meant that their souls had to divide as well. Rian got the Dragon-Sidhe essence and Brevyn got the God soul. But they had been made to have two souls. So when they split apart, it left voids that were filled with all I had left to offer them—human souls. This resulted in Rian becoming the heir apparent of the Fire Kingdom, while Brevyn got the God magic I'd chosen for him—Love. He also got Borrowing, but I didn't have any say in that.
Samara, on the other hand, had a relatively calm birth. Before she came out, I chose a God soul to go with her Fey essence, and I gave her the same magic that I'd given her Brother. It just turned out to be the best option for her. But Sam was just a little over a year old, and I was hoping she wouldn't grow up as fast as her brothers. With her full Fey essence that was probably a foolish hope, but that's par for the course with hope, isn't it? Either way, it would be several years before she started her training.
Which leads us to our current situation—magical training for Brevyn. And only Brevyn.
Rian and Brevyn had been inseparable from birth. When Arach insisted on teaching Rian how to fly by tossing him—ceremoniously—out of a window, Brevyn had locked onto his brother's leg and gone with him. That had taken a few years off my life. Or would have, if I'd been mortal. Anyway, they did practically everything together, and it wasn't all that surprising. They'd once been the same person, after all. I had a special bond with them as well, one that developed while they were in the womb. It had lessened in intensity a bit since they were born, but if I concentrated, I could sense what they were feeling. Occasionally, they felt the ache of separation. It was an odd feeling, one that drew them together like magnets.
But there were times when Brevyn's God soul posed a problem for the twins.
“It's not fair,” Rian said.
“It's not fair that I'm the son of the King and Queen of Fire but will never sit on the throne either,” Brev said without bitterness. “That is simply how it is, Brother.”
Rian grimaced, his green dragon eyes rolling. “I'll never sit on it either, not as King. Mom and Dad are immortal.”
“True,” Brevyn said. “But you are still a full Dragon-Sidhe while I am a God in Faerie, one who must borrow magic to fly with my family.”
“Brev.” I grabbed his shoulder. “You are Fey. Anyone who says different is an idiot.”
“I know, Mom. But I'm not really. Not fully. I don't belong here.”
My heart plummeted.
“Yes, you do!” Rian roared before I could say anything.
Brevyn remained calm in the face of his twin's fury. “Thank you, Ri. You're right. I just have other places I belong a bit more.”
“That's not true either. You belong here with your family the most. This is your home.”
