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Evira:Miss you, too. We’ll be together again soon. All four of us. Gotta head back in to the meet. Temporary goodbye. Hugs and kisses to tide you over. Vaxan, you’re tiding Zayn over, right?

Zayn grinned at me.

Vaxan:He is being seen to, yes.

Evira:Good. With things as tense as they are right now, it’ll be needed more than ever.

Zayn:Like I’m just some ball of insane sexual chaos? Hmm?

I reached out and stroked his nape. “No, because that’s how you deal with stressful situations, how you regulate. There’s no shame in that.”

He smirked. “Yeah, I know. Just messing with you. Loved the speech, though.”

“I wouldn’t exactly call it a speech.”

Evira:Is Zayn trying to seduce you again with some pouting and what-not?

Zayn:Icicle! I’m deeply offended that you’d even think that.

Vaxan:He is.

Zayn:Haha. Yeah, I really was. Truth. You’ve got my number really, baby. Big time.

Evira:LOL. Can’t wait to see you both again. Be in our lovely new house together. Be in bed together. Okay, better sign off here… picturing things I can’t be for this meeting.

Zayn:Sexual things, huh?

Evira:Stop.

Zayn:Haha. I knew it.

Vaxan:We’ll let you go, Evira. We know you need to keep on task.

Zayn:Yeah, keep kicking ass, icicle.

Evira:Thank you, lovelies.

We put our phones down on a shelf embedded in the overwrought headboard.

Then we settled into the bed, a comfortable silence falling over us for a long while, as I stroked Zayn’s hair, savoring his little murmurs of contentment that were resonating through me so beautifully.

“Zayn?”

“Uh-huh?”

“If the vote goes the way we hope tomorrow, there’s something you need to be made aware of.”

“What’s that?” he murmured softly.

“The process involved in me taking all that vibrational resonance unto me is rather severe. It won’t be pleasant, neither for me to experience, or for you to bear witness to. I’m going to suggest that you take your leave of me beforehand.”

He jolted and pulled from me stroking his hair, then sat up ramrod straight. “Leave? Fuck, no. I saw earlier how much your own parents can’t be trusted to care for you, or to even consider your wellbeing. With them not happy about you forcing their hands, what if they do something to you? I mean, don’t think I didn’t notice you warding the shit out of this room when wewalked in. With my Ifrit flame against this stone that the place is made up of, there’s a load of damage I could do. And I’m sure they know that. It makes me a massive deterrent.”

I grinned. “You mean, my bodyguard?”

“If need be, while you’re making your political chess moves so fucking well, and especially during this process you’ve gotta undergo.”

“Zayn—”