At the front, Alek’s gaze remained fixed on the doors.
Fashion emergency.
His fingers flexed once at his side.
He did not smile.
LANIAS
“I am going to kill you.”
“I don’t appreciate your words, when this isn’t my fault.”
“Lanias, Oye. Can the both of you stop fighting and think of a way to get us out of this,” Eliza screamed from where she was currently on her knees, a very sharp object floating dangerouslynear her neck. “If I’d known you’d pissed off some fucking unseelie I’d rethink this whole wedding thing.”
“I’m going to agree with Eliza on this one,” Sabina said from where she was pressed to the wall by an annoyed Lyon. “I thought we’d already weeded out all the annoying ass people in our lives.”
Lanias groaned from where she stood in her wedding gown. “I don’t know what to say, I can’t seem to open it.” She shook her hands, snapping her fingers and even stomping her feet. “It’s not working,” she cried, frustration bleeding into her voice.
Lanias gave herself a mental pat on the back for at least getting a message out for help to Cael before everything went sideways.
Oye, who was trapped inside some glass capture hex, released a frustrated scream. “Why couldn’t you have sent them back before the wedding?”
Her skirt was torn up the side and her hair was a complete mess.
“I can’t with you,” Oye snapped, throwing her hands up before turning her back on everyone. “Tell me when you fix this.”
“Oh, is that the attitude you should have?” Lanias shot back. She glared at the two Unseelie who had crashed her wedding to force her to open a damn portal. She had been annoyed but ready. Only nothing was working. Her magic wasn’t working. She had tried everything except throw herself at their feet.
She confronted Lyon. “I’m telling you I’ll send you, but it’s just not working.” She snapped her fingers. Nothing but sparks shot up. “See? Just let us go.” She lifted three fingers. “On scout’s honor, I’ll send you as soon as it’s fixed.”
“Scout’s honor, my ass,” Oye muttered from inside the hex.
Lanias bit her lip to keep from cursing her out. “I’ll send you back immediately.”
She flinched when Jion suddenly appeared beside her and leaned in, inhaling her scent slowly. His eyes widened as he looked at his brother. “The Witch smells sweet.”
Lyon, still holding Sabina in place, repeated, “Sweet?”
His brother nodded, drawing back with a sharp grin. “She’s pregnant.” He reached out and placed a hand on her stomach and laughed. “Her magic’s all here.”
“What?” The room filled with shocked feminine exclamations.
“You lie,” Lanias shouted, slapping his hand away. Her own hand moved to her stomach. “Oh shit,” she breathed when she sensed it. A small pulse. Warm. Bright.
“Hah!” Oye burst into loud laughter from her glass prison. “You lost your magic cause you’re knocked up!”
“Oye, that’s not nice,” Eliza said from where she was kneeling. “Plus, she’s not the only one,” she added, flushing.
Sabina’s eyes were wide. “I’m getting a nephew.”
“Did you four forget our current situation?” Lanias snapped, crossing her arms despite the tremor that tried to start in her fingers. She glared at Jion and Lyon. “So, nine months. After nine months, I’ll send you back.”
The two brothers exchanged a look. Something calculating passed between them.
“Nine months,” Lyon repeated softly.
Jion clicked his tongue. “We will return.”
