The door to the council room is right across from the stairs, with the door open. I can hear murmurs spilling from the room, so we head inside.
So far, it’s just Morrigan, Jaeden, and the riders. I’m sure Jaeden has contacted the other council members, but it takes time for everyone to get here.
Horses are much faster than walking, but they’re still not as fast as vehicles.
Jaeden’s head snaps, and he shoots a tense smile at us. “The other council members should arrive soon. They were all notified about fifteen minutes ago.”
“Thank you, Jaeden.” Pulling away from my sister, I walk over to the riders. “Do you need anything?”
Steel shakes his head. “We’re good. We do want to make sure everyone is aware that no one can touch us. Our touch sucks the life from the living.”
Oh.
Why does my stomach drop at that announcement?
Pushing away my uneasiness, I hesitate before nodding toward the helmets they still wear. “You can take those off if it’s more comfortable for you.”
“It tends to freak people out if we walk around with no heads,” Blaze says with a chuckle.
“I can’t guarantee that people won’t freak out, but they’ll get over it. I can assure you, it won’t be the weirdest thing we’ve seen.” I snort as a memory comes to me. “One of the council members is a frost giant. One time, he got completely smashed on Siren’s Call—that’s a local alcohol made by another of our council members. He shifted to his frost giant, got naked, and then walked around the entire island for like an hour.”
Blaze snickers. “Was his dick at least proportionate?”
Titan elbows him, hissing, “Blaze.”
“What? Do you think she’s never heard the word dick before? I bet she’s even seen at least one in her lifetime—probably more.”
My cheeks flush. “Yes, it was proportionate. Yes, I’ve heard the word dick before, and I’ve seen plenty of them. I’m not easily offended. But thanks anyway, Titan.”
I wish I could see his face. I think he’s staring at me, but I have no proof of that.
“If you’re sure,” Steel begins, reaching up to pull off his helmet.
Titan and Blaze quickly follow suit.
They have no heads.
I don’t know why I feel so disappointed by that, but I bite the inside of my cheek to make sure I keep a straight face.
“You’re right. It’s a little weird, but at least your dick isn’t almost as tall as me.”
“What the hell, Dalia?” I spin around to find Frost stepping into the room, clearly annoyed as he glances between me and the riders. “I thought we weren’t going to talk about that anymore.”
I shrug, grinning as he runs a hand through his white hair that falls over his shoulders and halfway down his back. I knew Frost before the war and remember a time when he used to use a glamour to cover up his pale blue skin and black eyes.
Now, there’s no reason to hide it.
I might not agree with the war or how both sides handled everything, but I love that supernaturals no longer have to hide who and what they are.
I’m lucky enough to pass for human—hell, in the last hundred or so years, I might as well be a human since my sisters and I can no longer touch the strings of fate.
“I was just letting Blaze, Steel, and Titan know that their headless status wouldn’t be the weirdest thing we’ve seen in Iero.” I shrug. “I also didn’t expect you to walk in while we were talking about it.”
Frost’s eyes narrow on the riders. “They’re the reason for the meeting?”
“They are, but no, I’m not telling you anything else until everyone else arrives.”
“Fine, but please stop telling people that story, for the love of the gods.”
