“So how long are you all staying?” I ask.
“Too fucking long apparently,” Caspian grumbles, cutting his glare to the side.
“As long as Willow needs. The shorter, the better for everyone, though,” Corentin says, holding Caspian’s stare the entire time.
“There’s a significance to you being here, aside from Willow knowing how and helping Thayla retract the corrupt power from her body, but it hasn’t been addressed yet. Why is that?” Amick asks.
“How do you know it hasn’t been addressed yet?” Corentin retorts.
“If your Primary had told my Binder something realm changing, the four of us would’ve known immediately. Seeing as her emotions are as level as they can be given what’s happened today, nothing has been shared with her.”
My brothers and I cast a glance toward Thayla, while the other four men do the same to Willow. As if our looks have weight to it, they both peer over their shoulders.
“Fuck, that’s the best feeling in the realm, isn’t it? Feeling the love of your life’s soul and emotions. It never gets old,” Draken says, winking and blowing a kiss to his Primary.
“It’s still a fairly new sensation, but I’m more than fond of it. Back to my original question. Why hasn’t the purpose of your arrival been discussed yet?”
I bite back my smirk. “There’s a time for everything, Amick.”
“You always say that, but that can’t be the case in this situation. It’s already been stated they can’t linger, so why is everyone lingering?”
“Are you not fond of our company?” Corentin asks with an arched brow.
“Fond? No, that wouldn’t be the word I’d use. I’m intrigued but also concerned about the timing being so aligned. How could you all have possibly known to show up at the exact moment you did without being told?”
“Are you worried that someone in your realm is keeping an eye on you all?”
Amick pointedly frowns at Corentin.
“Always, and I don’t appreciate your deflection.”
They hold each other’s gazes. Where Amick is waiting for an answer, Corentin is deciding what he does and doesn’t want to say.
“There’s a lot Willow can’t explain to Thayla, and there’s just as much we can’t tell you four. No one here warned us of what would happen today. Willow’s known for years. How and why that is, is none of your concern right now. Like Kyzen said, once the time is right, Willow will share what needs to be known. Until then, our job is to get along with you four.”
“And get along we will. We’re going to be best buds,” Draken says, earning himself a glare from Caspian.
“What happens after that?” Creed asks, to which we all glance at him. “He said, until then, their job is to get along with us. Are we not going to get along after their Primary drops some shit we don’t want to hear on us?”
“However you all receive what she has to say will be on you. We’ll be leaving after that,” Corentin says.
“Are you always so quiet and gruff?”
“Draken,” his brothers bark.
“What? That’s the most I’ve heard him speak since we’ve been here. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think he’s a shifter the way he just growled that question out.”
“Does it matter?” Creed asks.
Draken shrugs. “I suppose not. I mean, I love to talk.”
“We can tell,” my brother grunts and I sneer at him.
“All I’m saying is, I just figured you all would be peppering us with questions with the way Willow prepped us before we came.”
“Well,dragon, I got fussed at for my question,” Riven says, huffing at Draken’s smile.
“Why do your souls fully connect to hers?”
