“Trouble?” Dex croaked.
Pandora gasped, horror enveloping her expression. “Oh my Fates, I—I'm so sorry!”
Hunter shot up from his spot on the bed, scowling. “Can we not destroy the room and scare our mate before sunrise?”
“I think she scared us more,” Dex muttered as he and Skel got back on their feet.
Pandora clutched her head with a frown. “What was that noise?”
“It tore us out of the dreamscape,” I explained sleepily.
Bram's entire body vibrated as he looked away, jaw tightening. He stood rigidly in front of Dex and Skel, his entire frame trembling with tension. His gaze locked on the whiskey bottle in his hand.
“Bram?” Pandora's voice softened. “What's wrong?”
“Dex or Skel must've left fucking whiskey out," he grumbled.
I furrowed my brows. “I didn't see them drinking last night.”
“Because we weren’t,” Dex snapped, glaring at Bram. “We wouldn't fucking do that, man.”
“We've stopped drinking that shit to support you,” Skel said, shaking his head. “You should know we wouldn't leave it out for you like that even if we had drank.”
I felt the hairs on my neck stand up.
Bram dragged a hand through his dark hair while his other hand tightened on the whiskey bottle until his knuckles turned white. “Sorry. I just...how the fuck did whiskey get on the nightstand I was sleeping beside?”
Gumdrop glared at him from the tank, judging him not-so-silently.
I actually understood why he was so upset. He'd put so much work on staying sober. I was proud of him, and there was just a random bottle of whiskey in his face when he woke up? I'd be mad, too. But he couldn't blame the wrong people.
But how did it get in here?
My gaze flicked to the corner. Something shimmered—barely. My eyes narrowed at it as Chaos and Demo manifested from Bram and Pandora and started barking toward it.
What the Fates—? Was that left over dream magic from being pulled from the dreamscape so fast?
Before I could say anything about it, Pandora's shadow cracked out like a whip, shattering the bottle in Bram's grip.
Glass exploded, slicing into his arm.
“Shit!” Bram hissed, clutching the bleeding gash as it slowly healed.
“I’m so sorry, Bram!” Pandora jumped off the bed to help but gasped. Pain funneled through our bonds from her as glass shards bit into her bare foot.
Blood bloomed in red droplets that hit the stone as she picked her foot up.
“Pandora!” Her name was a chorus of shouts from all of us.
Dex's shadows slithered across the floor, sweeping up the shards with eerie precision and tossing them into the bin next to the door, getting it out of the way so she didn't hurt herself again.
I was on my knees beside her in an instant, panic clawing at my throat as I helped her sit back down on the edge of the bed and look at her foot. There were several gashes that healed in a few seconds, leaving only the blood behind.
We'd literally only just woken up.
“Fuck, Pandora.” Bram sat heavily beside Pandora, brows furrowed with concern. “Are you okay?”
“I—I’m sorry. I don't have control over this.” She stared down at her palm where Dex's mark rested.
