“What?” Killian gaped at me.
“You heard me. I'm glad he'll know about us. It's about time he got scared.”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
My other husbands didn't share my opinion. When Sever, Killian, and I went to Twilight for my nightly visit with Miri, we told them about the chase and the pictures. I repeated my earlier statement, that I wanted him to be afraid.
“A frightened man is more dangerous,” Raza growled. “Even a mouse will bite when cornered. And if he knows your strengths, he'll know your weaknesses, mo shíorghrá.”
“Baby, you're my only weakness.”
His lips twitched, but he got them under control. “I hope I'm more strength than weakness for you.”
“Do you, though?” I smirked.
“Seren.” Raza used his grown-up tone. It enhanced his Dragon-Djinn bone structure, making the dramatic angles of the ridge of his brows—going up into a point over his eyes, then down into his hairline—and his cheekbones seem even sharper. Even the claws at the tips of his wing joints flexed as if in authority.
Did all of that intimidate me? Fuck, no. It turned me on. Always had. But I reeled it in because I'm a professional and we were having a conversation about . . . what were we talking about again? Oh, right.
“There's nothing to be done about it now,” I said. “We're not going to stop chasing him just because he may or may not have detailed information about me.”
“And what about the hunters?” Tiernan asked. “Shouldn't they move to a different house?”
“I don't think that's necessary. They increased the strength of their ward today. No matter what this guy learns, he won't be able to get through a layered ward like theirs. Not easily. If he attempts it, it'll give them a chance to catch him.”
“I don't like this,” Raza murmured, his wings rustling and shining crimson in the light. “Wisdom can be more dangerous than physical strength.”
“Especially with this motherfucker,” Killian said.
“All right. That's enough,” I said. “I need to know what this man's capable of.”
Killian looked me right in the eye and said, “Not happening, Twilight.” Then he went to the sideboard, poured himself a whiskey, and downed it.
“Fuck,” I whispered. I looked at Raza.
He stared back, reminding me without words that he didn't want me to know. It was bad enough that they had it in their heads.
“The Kumihos are safe and there's an extinguishment order out on this fucker,” Daxon said. “Maybe you should leave this to the Wild Hunt now, love.”
I looked toward the nursery door. Miri was asleep. I didn't want to wake her, so I had filled some bottles earlierand satisfied myself by kissing her forehead. I'd see her in the morning before we headed back to Korea. If we headed back.
Hold the fuck on. Who am I?
I'd been given great power. Astounding magic. And it wasn't so I'd sit at home and rock my baby while other people did the hard stuff. I straightened my shoulders.
“Fuck,” Daxon growled.
“She's on a mission,” Tiernan said. “You should have known better than to ask her to abandon it halfway through.”
“I had to try.”
“As much as I hate putting her in jeopardy, Seren needs to be there,” Killian said. “This guy is crossing boundaries. He's no longer human. Not entirely. We don't know for sure what it will take to kill him. He's swallowed three fox pearls. Have they already given him immortality? Have they made him harder to kill?” Kill shrugged. “No one has done this before. We need someone similar to fight him—someone unique.” He looked at me. “Now take off your clothes and get in bed, Twilight. I need to fuck you. Hard. Then tender. And then maybe I can sleep.”
At any other time, I may have been shocked or even protested. But the look in Kill's eyes said it all. He needed some kind of action. Something fierce to work out his fury but also pleasurable to calm him. I understood. And I needed it too.
As I slipped out of my clothes, the other men did the same. They all needed it. An undercurrent of savagery rode the air, and when we came together, it felt as if all of Fairy trembled.
Hours later, when my husbands were asleep, I climbed out of bed and slipped on a robe before going out onto the balcony. “Danu,” I called. “I need to talk to you.”
