“As much as I hate to say it, you’re the only one. Hardly reassuring at this point.” He gave my good hand a squeeze. “Feel better. I’ve got to report back to the king.”
Then he, too, left the room.
My attention bounced from the door and back to my friends, who swarmed back to the bed again.
“Whoa,” Nell said.
“Super whoa,” Kaja agreed, her brown eyes as big as saucers. “What’s up with you and the Midnight princes?”
Speaking of… “Where’s Rage?” I asked. “He’s the one who saved me.”
I needed to thank him. Big-time. The memory of his green eyes flashing fire when he scooped me up set my heart fluttering.
Both girls shared a look, a look that one hundred percent promised I wasn’t going to like whatever they said.
“He’s briefing the king on the attack. Justice too.” Nell forced a smile, the flat-lipped kind that wasn’t really a smile at all. “Youlegitalmost died. It’sSunday afternoon.”
Sunday! I’d slept almost twenty-four hours? That was scary, but I was going to focus on the fact I was… not dead. “Why are they only briefing the king now? What happened? Why didn’t they brief him last night, right after the attack?”
Kaja scooted onto the bed, and Nell sat at my feet, but Kaja’s bouncing indicated she was nearly bursting with something.
“Spill,” I told her more urgently.
She grinned. Leaning forward, she dropped her voice to a whisper. “Rage lost it. He was white as a sheet when we arrived on scene, yelling orders at everyone. You looked like a ragdoll in his arms.”
On scene. Yelling orders. In his arms. My stomach dropped. I wanted to hear more, but I also needed to tell someone my suspicion.
“I think Rage or Justice might be my fated mate,” I blurted and then chewed my lip, waiting for their reactions.
Nell’s mouth popped open into an “O” shape, and her eyes widened.
Maybe I should’ve kept that to myself.
I glanced at Kaja, who grinned hugely.
“That makes sense,” my BFF said, nodding. “But which one?”
I sighed. “I don’t know. They both have the same green eyes, but I’m leaning toward Justice … he’s nicer to me.”
Beowulf also had green eyes, but my gut was telling me my mate was a Midnight brother.
Saying Justice’s name out loud caused a twinge of tightness just under my breastbone. Wait, did I want it to be Rage or Justice? Ugh.
This was going to kill me.
“If a Midnight prince is your fated mate, that’s going to be some dra-ma,” Nell concluded.
A sigh escaped me. “I know. Okay, tell me what happened at the beach. I don’t want to think about who my mate is anymore.”
Kaja nodded, picking up where she left off, “It was the strangest thing. After I found some mage wine, I was on my way back to the beach to look for you when a messenger told me I was needed urgently at our dorm. He delivered a note saying Rue had been badly injured, so I raced to the house to see—”
“The whole thing was a setup,” Nell added, her voice low. “I told Rage—”
“I even gave him the letter,” Kaja piped in.
What the heck? Whoever attacked me knew I was close friends with Kaja and that she’d be looking for me on the beach, so they lured her away? That meant this was a two-person job. One to attack and one to distract. Maybe more. “I was looking for you.”
After I explained how the attacker drew me away by mimicking her voice, Kaja cursed.
