“What are the two of you talking about?” Morrigan hisses, and we both snap our mouths shut as she turns her attention to us.
“You’re all safe to look now,” Aleka announces.
Morrigan glares at the two of us before shaking her head and returning her attention to the MCs. “Our first question is whether you just plan to stay for the night or if you’d be interested in remaining in Iero.”
“Fuck, if that’s an option, we’d love to say,” Orrin blurts out, running a hand through his blond hair. “My guys and gals are so tired of being nomads.”
“As are we,” Aleka says softly.
Rían clears his throat. “Not having a home is hard on us all. We’d still have to leave as there’s so many horrors out there, but to have a home base?”
“It was brought to my attention by one of our enforcers that the guys were asking about staying long term as well,” Steel admits. “We need to call a meeting, but I know Titan, Blaze, and I have no intention of leaving.”
“Finding your fated mate will do that.” Phoebe grins at my mates, and I bite back a sigh.
I love my sister, I remind myself.
Steel nods. “It will. We just weren’t sure what the others would want.”
“Do you have enough room for all of us?” Sylvan asks, glancing around the room. “Our MCs might not be huge, but that’s a lot of people to take in at once.”
“Of course we do. We’ll need to start rebuilding some of the larger homes and building others, but we have enough room if you don’t mind being in tight quarters or split up for a time.” I don’t bother looking at anyone, already running through the list of available homes in my head.
Morrigan clears her throat. “There are a few things we need to go over before we can invite you to stay, but as long as there aren’t any issues that arise and you’re willing to assist in the work to ready homes for you, we’re more than happy to have you stay.”
As my sister goes over the list of questions we ask anyone who wishes to join us in Iero, I zone out.
I can’t believe Renwick’s dead—that I killed him.
I thought I’d feel relieved, but I just feel…blank.
In my head, I know I’m glad he’s gone, but it’s like my emotions are all mixed up inside me. I’m sure it has something to do with the blood bond that snapped when he died, but I hate it.
There’s a part of me that’s grieving his loss.
What does that say about me?
Who grieves the death of their abuser—someone they once loved but now hate? There must be something wrong with me.
“Dalia?”
My head snaps up when Blaze calls out to me. My eyes lock on his, finding his face filled with worry.
Wait.
“What. The. Actual. Fuck?” I jump up, eyes widening as they move from Blaze to Titan to Steel.
I can see all of their heads clearly, and, holy shit, my mates are hot as hell.
“What’s wrong, Dalia?” Morrigan grabs my arm, shaking me when I don’t answer her.
“I can see your faces,” I murmur, watching as joy and disbelief light up my mates’ faces.
Phoebe clears her throat. “Umm…I still can’t.”
“Neither can I,” Morrigan agrees.
I ignore them, yanking my arm free of Morrigan’s hold as I step toward my men.
