“Yes, but he made the bargain with you, not with her,” Bo was quick to point out again, making Wye narrow his eyes in thought.
“Wait a second… are you really saying what I think you are? That you think I could get us out of here?” I asked, shocked, and suddenly wondered if I was about to need a pair of ruby slippers.
“You summoned me,” he said simply.
“And trust me, that wasn’t part of Dantalion’s master plan. If anything, the look on his face said he most definitely hadn’t seen that one coming.” I frowned slightly.
“But how can you be sure?”
“Because he was surprised,” Bo replied without hesitation, going on to say,
“Which means whatever this was supposed to be… it didn’t go exactly how he intended.”
Wye’s gaze shifted between us, something darker, more focused beginning to settle into place.
“What are you suggesting exactly?” Wye asked, and Bo pointed toward me.
“I’m suggesting we already have our way out.”
Silence followed that for a few heartbeats longer before Wye’s attention snapped fully to me.
“That night in my office and once again in the bathroom, each time you created portals, but how?”
I hesitated, shrugging my shoulder and lifting a hand slightly as I tried to find the words.
“I don’t… really know. I just… look at a symbol and then think of a place I want to be, and then it’s like, something just pulls me there.” Wye exhaled slowly, dragging a hand down the back of his neck.
“In that case, that’s going to be a problem,” he muttered.
“Why?” Bo and I asked simultaneously.
“Because I don’t exactly see my library anywhere in this wasteland.”
A thought suddenly struck me then, and before I could second-guess it, I stepped forward, reaching for his shirt.
He blinked.
“Okay, sweetheart… I mean, I’m not complaining, but this feels like a very specific moment to start undressing me,” Wye commented, and Bo made a choking noise.
“I mean, when you're desperate, you’re desperate but also… timing?”
“Shut up,” I muttered, already pulling open the front of Wye’s shirt, my fingers brushing over the firm heat of his chest before I pointed.
“What about these?”
Wye stilled, his gaze dropping to where I touched him, and then, slowly, his brows lifted as understanding hit.
“My sigils…” he murmured, and Bo leaned closer, squinting slightly.
“Realm marker… your house crest… yeah, that’ll do it. That’s Limbo tied directly to you.”
“Which means,” Wye said, his voice sharpening,
“I know exactly where it will take us.” His hand came up to the back of my neck, pulling me in as he pressed a hard kiss to my lips.
“You’re a fucking genius!”he growled happily, making me blush.
As for Bo, he cleared his throat loudly,
