My brows knit when I sense some rare anxiousness. Underneath it…excitement. Kyzen and Riven feel the same. There’s also anticipation lingering in each of them.
What are they up to?
I don’t check on Creed. Like I said, he’ll know—and then he’ll know I’m seconds away from ruining whatever surprise they’re clearly whipping up because I can’t keep my soul to myself.
I take my time getting out of the bath so they can finish whatever they’re doing.
My hair’s had time to mostly dry since my shower. I brushed it, twisted it up, then got into my hot spring to soak. It spills down my body as I pull my hair tie free, and I pinch the end at my hips.
I wonder what they’d do if I walked out there naked with just my hair covering my boobs.
I laugh at myself in the mirror, pull on a shirt and underwear, and shake my head.
Ready or not, here I come in all my nighttime sexiness.
I plan to stuff my face with something sweet and then sleep like a baby between my men.
My chuckle follows me out of the bathroom and echoes through my way-too-quiet bedroom. The gasp that slips out of me is a hell of a lot louder than that laugh.
I stop cold.
Purple petals blanket the floor at my doorway, and a note sits on top, practically calling to me.
My hands tremble as I pick up the parchment and one petal. I roll the soft velvet between my fingers while I read Kyzen’s words.
Everything’s okay, little goddess. Just come out to the living room.
My throat tightens, and my pulse pounds as I step over the flowers.
The moment I enter the hall, my realm tilts.
Angel orchids line the floor all the way to the dark kitchen, and torch lamps cast a low light every few feet.
By the time I reach the end of the short hallway, I’m dizzy with nerves. The dining room table’s gone. Everything’s been cleared away, leaving a single straight path to where the guys are lined up in front of the fireplace.
More torch lamps glow between us, barely lighting the room.
My heart hammers as I finally reach them.
Kyzen’s the only one smiling.
The other three look…so serious.
“What…what’s wrong?”
I hate the way my voice sounds so small.
I hate the tremors on my skin even more.
“Nothing’s wrong. We have something for you.” Kyzen nods toward Riven, who’s at the start of their line, but I can’t tear my gaze from his.
My eyes beg for an explanation.
“Riven won the coin toss and declared we’d give you your presents from oldest to youngest.”
“Our births spanned a mere forty seconds from Riven to you. It’s my opinion there is no oldest or youngest.”
I bounce my attention between Kyzen and Amick.
