I laid back on the sofa in the common room, repetitively tossing my sheathed dagger in the air and catching it with the hand that didn’t reside upon my broken arm. “Great question. He doesn’t know— at least he claims that he doesn’t.”
Sebastian, Sawyer, Kohen, and Kade left that morning to return to Draemor for missionbutcher Beaumont, as Sawyer had called it. I was still aggravated that I couldn’t go, but I wouldn't be much help with only three working limbs, anyway. If anything, I’d probably only hold them back.
I wish I had that common sense before I made an ass of myself during our meeting.
“What do you think is in it?” Delani asked from where she sat on the floor, coating her nails with a coat of sparkling polish.
Miscalculating my aim, my dagger fell to the floor, spilling out of the sheath with a clang. “Probably more bullshit about my life,” I sneered, reaching down to pick it up. “Don’t you think it's weird that his mother wrote so much about me?”
“Maybe she knew you and Seb would be soulmates,” Pia offered, and I scoffed.
“If you told me that a month ago, I would have believed you.”
“Oh please. You’ll get over this. I know you will.”
I wanted to. I really did—but my brain wouldn’t let me. It latched on to that feeling of betrayal and replaced every good memory with nothing but pain.
“Maybe,” I mumbled.
Pia exhaled sharply, blowing the air across her nails. “I miss Kohen.”
Delani glanced at the clock. “He left, like, thirty minutes ago.”
“I still miss him. How long do you think they’ll be gone?” Pia whined, reaching for the bottle of nail polish to apply her second coat.
“It took us six days roundtrip last time,” I responded. “But we didn’t stop to murder someone, so I’d give them over a week to be safe.”
“A week with no sex.” Pia’s eyes bulged as she twisted the cap off the glass bottle. “Fuckkk.”
I sat upright and tucked my dagger away in my thigh wrapping. “Sebastian asked me last night if there was something going on between me and Sawyer.”
“Oh?” Delani raised a brow, waving her wet nails in the air. “Is there?”
“Gods, no. I was totally taken by surprise when he asked.”
Pia scoffed without looking up from her painting. “Really? I’m not surprised at all that he asked. You and Sawyer are superclose. If you weren’t with Seb, I definitely would have thought there was something going on between you guys.”
“I’m not with Seb,” I reminded her.
She rolled her eyes. “Oh, whatever. Just tell me you at least gave him a kiss goodbye before he left?”
“Sebastian?”
“I meant Seb, yes, but if you kissed Sawyer, please enlighten me on how that was.”
“I didn’t kiss either of them. I’m notwitheither of them.”
“That's a shame. You better pray to the gods that nothing happens to Seb on this trip, or you’ll be really sorry you didn’t have one last dirty, sexy rendezvous with him,” Pia said matter-of-factly.
“Damn, Pia. Did you steal Maeve’s pessimism?” Delani scolded.
“Sorry. I’m already sexually frustrated,” she answered, her brows cinched.
Her comment ripped laughter free from all three of us, and for the first time since before the battle, I had a brief, but pure, feeling of joy.
Chapter
Ten
