Jesper slid in front of the mic. “The Human Council is still in power in their territory. Our treaty is with them. If the Human Resistance Network overthrows them, then the treaty will be dissolved. Until then, we will maintain it.”
“But—”
“That will be all for now,” Jesper finished.
The reporters erupted in shouted questions.
“What about the drowned banshees?—”
“Is it true a kelpie?—”
“What about the dragon scales?—”
“Will the Supernatural Council?—”
Jesper’s expression hardened.
Drecken’s magic spiked in erratic bursts, little arcs of blue fire crackling along his fingertips.
“The conference is over,” Jesper told them.
He and Drecken stepped back from the podium together before a flash of bright illusion magic exploded from Drecken. Before the reporters could figure out what was happening, Jesper and Drecken slipped off the side of the dais and down the narrow exit corridor toward my bench.
Jesper’s fingers brushed my wrist. “Come on.”
I stood up and followed, slipping through the door behind them as it hissed shut. The noise of the press room cut off from the soundproofing enchantments.
We walked down another quiet hallway, my flats echoing against the polished stone, and the faint crackle of residual magic fading off Drecken’s coat.
“That,” he said, “is why I avoid people and politics.”
“That’s fair,” I hummed, lacing my fingers through both of theirs.
“I don’t particularly care for the press either,” Jesper muttered. “I was just trained in talking to them since I’m the lead on my squad.”
“Yes, well, I’m a council rep, but probably the least qualified to speak to the press.” Drecken’s magic sparked off him in colorful arcs.
They really did work well together, though…
We turned into our squad’s meeting room, and the door shut behind us with a soft click. I let go of their hands and leaned back against it and let out a slow breath.
“You two handling the conference together really did something to me,” I admitted, feeling warmth pool between my legs.
I pushed the desire I felt through the matebonds to them, and they both turned to look at me with wide eyes.
“I can’t help it,” I murmured.
Jesper blinked his pretty brown eyes at me before his lips curved into a soft smile. “You enjoyed watching us handle the press?”
“Yes,” I answered, feeling tingles shooting through my lower abdomen. “You two are incredibly attractive.”
Drecken snorted, some of the tension from earlier draining from his shoulders. “You’re biased. You’re mated to us.”
“Exactly,” I purred. “And I reserve the right to drool over my mates when they look as good as you two do right now.”
He arched a brow, stepping closer, lab coat swishing around his thighs. The green of his hair caught the fae light, showing that every curl was a different shade of green. “Is that so?” he asked. “Because I looked like I wanted to blow up every reporter who asked a question the entire time.”
“You always look like you want to make someone explode when they distract you from your research,” I giggled. “It’s part of your appeal.”
