“Did you just marry her?” Calix stomps over, incredulous.
“Aye,” Gunnar confirms.
“You didn’t even ask her.”
“She’s accepted my gifts, and I’ve spoken the vow.”
“What about us, you selfish cock?” Calix snaps.
“We are all bound to her, Nemean. Nothing chan—” Gunnar doesn’t even get a chance to finish because I burst out laughing and he stops speaking mid word. “What’s so funny?” he demands instead.
I lift my hand. “I have no clue!” I’m laughing so hard I can barely breathe. When the giggling finally subsides, my side hurts and so do my cheeks. I’m honestly not sure what I found so funny, maybe it was the ridiculousness of him just declaring us married, but I feel a tremendous sense of relief. I’m pretty sure it has a lot to do with the fact that they took the news much better than I did.
“It wasn’t that funny.” Gunnar pouts.
“I’m not laughing at you, Kitten. If speaking those words are important to you, then they’re important to me. It’s just this is all so crazy. I couldn’t have even made something like this up, and here I am, living it. We all are.”
Chapter 20
“Why are we still discussing this?” I’m about ready to beat my head on the table. Here I thought the biggest issue would be them fighting over who the baby daddy is, but no. It’s all about the fucking bubble they think I should live in now. “Grim hastetheredmy soul to my body, what are you so worried about?”
“I still don’t like it,” Gunnar grumbles, brooding over in the corner.
“And you’ve made that abundantly clear,” I mutter, putting my head in my hands.
“None of us like it,” Calix adds.
“So, are you saying this is a three against one kind of thing?” I tilt my head so I can see them all from behind my hands. Before they can answer, I warn, “Because that would be a mistake. I’ve never asked for your permission, nor do I plan to.”
“We are just concerned, Omnia.”
“You’re concerned, I’m concerned. We’ll all be concernedtogether. You’re not leaving me here locked up with a babysitter while you guys go and solve all the problems,” I mock.
“One of us would always be with you,” Calix offers.
“Come on, guys. I’m dealing with enough. I don’t need you acting like the world would end if I stubbed a toe.” I’m starting to sound whiny, even to my own ears.
“Fine.”
“Fine?” Gunnar questions Grim’s statement.
“Yes, fine. Damiana’s right. We should stay together; it’s best that way.”
“Why are you giving in so easily now?” I can’t help but be suspicious of Grim’s complete about-face.
“Because you are stubborn and would never stay put regardless.” Grim runs his hand over his torso. “I also find it very unsettling to think about you not being within sight.”
“You find that a little off putting, do you?” Calix jabs at Grim’s formal tone.
“It’s like you know me or something,” I praise Grim, giving him a huge smile. It doesn’t hurt that he admitted he doesn’t want to be away from me.
“I guess I can answer this now that it’s been decided,” Calix mutters, pulling his phone from his pocket. “Yeah?” he barks. After a brief pause, he replies, “We’ll be there at sundown tonight.”
I sit up a little. I was expecting that we would return to Savannah sooner than that, but there are still a few hours before this morning’s sunrise, so that means we have all day at home. “Yeah, everything is good…family stuff,” Calix adds, not sounding very happy that he’s explaining himself to whomever is on the line—Torin, I assume. He hangs up shortly after and tosses the phone on the table.
“I’m going to shower, I bought us another day at home.” He stands up and stretches his neck from left to right.
“Did he say anything about the witch?” I inquire, watching the way his shirt lifts just above the waistband of his low-slung jeans, giving me just a peek at the tanned skin under his bellybutton.
