25
Silver
Afew days later, I’m waking up in my bed in The Spire. Recently, it feels like I wake up exhausted every single morning, after spending the entire previous day poring over books on how we might stand a chance against taking down the vamps.
“I need you.”The voice is barely more than a whisper in my head. I brush it away like a pesky fly, not ready to wake up just yet.
“I need you.”
I’m hot. So damn hot and I think it’s Dante murmuring softly into my ear. It must be his hard cock pressed up against my ass as he whispers me awake.
I shift under the covers and feel the sheer heat of four thighs pressed up against my legs. Definitely not Dante, he doesn’t give off this kind of body heat.
Huh, it’s probably Zeph, sneaking in for a snuggle before we have to get up. Or maybe all my dirty dreams have come true, and it’s all four of them together in one bed.
“Fuck. Not this again.”
That makes me snap into consciousness.
That voice. It’s not something I want in my head, especially when I have two hard dicks pressing up against me.
I keep my eyes jammed shut as I reach for the ring that I’ve kept on my finger all night long. No magic is coming off it. Seems like the magic in the Pretty Princess trinkets doesn’t last forever. They’ve lasted a surprising amount of time considering that they’re basically children’s toys, but I’m going to have to remember to keep topping them up.
My mental walls are low since I’m barely conscious and Ember snuck right into my head again.
“Silver, please.”Ember sounds quieter than usual. Something about his tone catches my attention and has me stiffening.
I’ve been determinedly pushing him out for almost a month now, but he’s somehow snuck right back in again. After he was a no-show at Second Circle, I tried calling and texting him a bunch, but he never replied.
“Ember? Are you all right?”
“No. I—This.... Not good.”
He sounds weird, like we have a dodgy mental connection or something, and I’m only able to hear half of the words he’s saying.
That makes zero sense, since telepathy doesn’t work that way.
“What’s wrong? Is it another attack?”
“You... could... say... that. The vamps, Silv. Made their... next move—”The words are stilted, barely comprehensible.
Dammit. Whatever is happening, he doesn’t sound good.
“Where are you? What’s happening?”
“C-cold. My—head’s—fuzzy.”
I chew my lip, drawing my knees to my chest. “Ember. I need you to tell me what’s going on and where you are.”
My stomach drops as I get no reply.
