“Fates!” Dad fell off his chair, trying to shield himself from the situation even though he couldn’t see.
“I can’t breathe!” Jenni cracked up, laughing so hard she fell off her chair next to Dad, rolling around in a fit of giggles.
“Take us all up to her room,” Hunter told Dex, who listened without another second to waste.
Shadows enshrouded us, and we ended up in my room the next second.
“I’m mortified,” I whimpered, letting my arms fall from my chest as I face-planted the bed. “Why did that happen in front of my dad?”
“He didn’t see,” Hunter added helpfully. “Thankfully.”
“It was probably my fault,” Dex admitted. “I’m sorry, trouble.”
“What do you mean, it was your fault?” I asked, my voice muffled by my face buried in my comforter. I turned to see him walk over and sit on the bed next to me.
“The magic in your mark is from me.” He smiled sheepishly. “Maybe you felt my desire for me to see your boobs and the tendril thought youwanted them exposed.”
“You wanted to see her boobs?” Reed shook his head.
“I mean, so did I, but you don’t see me ripping her shirt off on a whim,” Skel muttered.
“Nobody should be ripping her shirt off on a whim...” Hunter trailed off before his white eyes met mine. “Unless she wants that, of course.”
“Wait, so why did that happen?” Bram asked, running his hand through his hair.
“It has to be part of becoming mad and losing my sanity,” Dex whispered, voice cracking. “My mate’s magic is also losing it now. It’s no longer acting on herwants, but mine, too. Aggressively so. It’s normal to do so at a degree, but…”
“It’s okay, Dex.” I pushed up off the bed and removed the strips of my tattered shirt off me.
Vanilla and smoke enveloped me as Skel slipped his shirt over my naked torso before anyone else could.
Bram, Dex, Hunter, and Reed were in the middle of taking their shirts off for me to do the same.
I raised a brow at them before smiling at Skel. “Thank you.”
“Come on,” Nebula hissed on his spot on the nightstand. “Put me in a drawer if this goes south.”
“Stop glaring at me,” Skel laughed, leaning down and kissing the top of my head. “I was faster.”
The rest of them grumbled as they put their shirts back down.
This was nice—feeling wanted and loved.
6
HUNTER
Sabine Bloodwyne was a legend in her own right.
Infamous basilisk with no special power but the strength to kill with just one touch. She was the strongest basilisk alive, perhaps aside from her daughter who had been rumored to be even stronger. Unfortunately, the Demon Council was on her bad side ever since the mole had leaked information to Dark Veil about her agent infiltrating the ranks and getting them killed.
Now, we knew the mole was Bane.
Bloodwyne had her short green hair slicked back, and her dull green eyes were burning holes into all of us as we sat inside the Supernatural Council’s Headquarters meeting room. The only Supernatural Council members present were Sabine Bloodwyne, Rowan Clearwater, and Drecken Grimsworn. For the Demon Council, we brought myself, Death, Joel, and Everglow. Though Pandora and the rest of her mates were present as well.
The room was extravagant, with long floor-to-ceiling windows that let in the sunshine. Sunlight splashed off the golden marble floors and walls, blinding me a little.
I drummed my fingers against the large, polished granite table we sat at, trying to ignore my instincts screaming at me that we were in danger. Bloodwyne was fierce, but she had morals. There was no way she would hurt us unprovoked.
