It’s not that this is a surprise to me. I’m not blind and based on the reactions and responses we’ve had when it comes to her, it’s obvious we all care for her. It’s the logistics and thoughts of sharing her in a physical and emotional sense that tie me up.
Accepting this arrangement with Amick was, I guess…simpler. He communicates, sometimes too straightforward.
Creed and Riven, not so much.
They do have a piece of her soul as well, you know.
The thought gives me pause. Now that her and my souls are completely connected, and I sense it more deeply, I have a theory I’m not ready to share with everyone.
Creed may be too blinded by his fear to see it yet.
Amick and Riven might notice it once they experience it.
Shit…once they experience it.
Yeah, I’m going to need some time to wrap my head around this.
“That’s quite obvious and something I knew was a possibility since before Kyzen and I declared our feelings for you. If you’re searching for a blessing from me to pursue those feelings, you have it.”
“I’m not saying I’m pursuing anything. I’m just coming to terms with the fact both of you are my…well, mine. V told me I needed to start being honest with you all and myself, so I’m trying to be. I probably should’ve found a different way of addressing this, but bluntly is the way it came out.”
Damn. All I picked up from that was her calling me mine.
Fuck, that does something to me.
“Let’s just take this day by day then. I’m glad you told us,” I say.
“Something’s wrong with me, isn’t there?”
“No,” we both agree, but I follow up. “Why would you say that?”
“Because this isn’t normal. Wanting two men wasn’t normal already, now I’m talking about liking two more. Something is seriously messed up with me.”
“From what I’ve observed, other than having your soul split among us, you’re of sound mind and body. You more than likely have some trauma buried—”
“Okay, that’s enough. Nothing is wrong with you. We’re different. The five of us just are. Different and wrong aren’t the same.”
She gives me a grateful smile that softens the glare I was shooting Amick.
“One day at a time. And let’s forget this conversation for now. I’m not saying or doing anything about this.”
Nothing about her blushing cheeks or this conversation will be forgotten.
Needless to say, breakfast was awkward.
Creed reappeared first, silently slamming cabinets and tossing pans around as he cooked. When Riven came back in, he didn’t speak a word. He just slapped some food on his plate, wolfed it down, then marched out the front door.
He wasn’t waiting with Lambrit, Rose, and Yemi, who were standing in the front yard waiting for us, and he hasn’t appeared yet as we make our walk to the Athenaeum.
“Okay, we’re almost there and everyone is acting like nothing is happening right now.”
“Whatever do you mean, Lambrit?” Thayla asks sickly sweet as she bats her eyes at him.
I can’t help but chuckle as she squeezes both Amick’s and my hands. ’Cause yes, the three of us are walking hand in hand, acting like it’s perfectly normal.
We saw the shock on their faces when we walked out of the house, but Thayla never addressed it, so neither did I.
I’ve been wondering this whole time who would bring it up first.
