Larson snorted. "Not even maybe."
"This day just keeps getting better."
He followed me into my bedroom. I didn't bother shutting him out, since he was approximately zero percent interested in me, and had even walked in on me and Niall fucking at one point.
There was, unfortunately, no part of me Larson hadn't seen.
"How likely is your fated mate to kill me when he finds out about this? Callum mentioned that I’ll need to play peacemaker if he shows up. I imagine he’s fairly powerful," Larson called out.
I’d told Niall about fae having fated mates when everything went to shit between us, and Niall told Larson everything. I was zero percent surprised that Callum had added to his knowledge by telling Lars that I'd found my fated mate.
"If that's your way of asking who he is, you can forget it," I called back.
"We can visit him while we're fixing the spell, or he can come here. Unraveling the magic will give you more energy, not take it, after the initial tug," Larson called out.
"You just keep giving me more good news, Lars. More energy is exactly what I need," I said sarcastically.
I turned the shower off, walked to the closet in my towel, and got dressed quickly. A few minutes later, I stepped out in a clean pair of bright blue running shorts and a hot pink sports bra. Workout clothes were basically my uniform.
"Should we talk about that night?" Lars asked me, leaning back against the cabinets and watching me. The pinkish spell sat next to him on the countertop. "We never had a real conversation after everything went to shit."
"Nope. Let me see that." I held my hand out for the magic, and he passed it over.
I twisted and turned the cube. It looked fairly normal to me, though wildly complex.
"I’ve been trying to figure out a way to untangle the magic since you saved my life. That’s the eighty-sixth version." He gestured to the spell in my hand. "It’s going to work."
"I didn’t save your life."
"You did."
Did he seriously want to talk about what had happened?
Fine.
I’d talk about it, but he wouldn't like what I had to say.
Images of that night flashed through my mind.
Me, finding Niall kneeling next to a barely conscious Larson who was being drained by his own spell.
Niall, begging me to let Larson use my magic to power it.
Larson, tethering me to the spell with a slurred voice and blurry, blue magic.
The spell, draining me.
Me, telling Niall that he'd have to kill Larson to save my life.
Niall, watching me go unconscious in complete and utter panic. While not killing Larson.
Me, feeling the battery that was my magic as it reached its end for the first time in my life.
It was a miracle that me and Larson had survived. I had no idea how we did, because I'd literally felt my magic run out.
"I told Niall to kill you, Lars.Niallsaved your life. If it was my call, you'd be dead."
Larson didn't bat an eye. I imagined the situation had been discussed endlessly by the brothers, like it had by me and my family. "He says he knew it wouldn’t kill you. He genuinely believes it."
