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“She doesn’t mean sex love,” Tor said, interrupting. “She means mom love. Mom explained it to me.”
I grinned, hoping I’d get to meet Mya’s mom soon.
“As I was saying, no, you can’t live with us. I know the only reason you want to is because Sam asked to live with us, too.”
He grunted. I could tell he was disappointed, but he wasn’t upset by it.
“However, I still want to do game nights with you guys. It’s fun, and I think it would be a great non-pressure way for Sam to spend some time around you single fey.”
After that, I had to field at least a dozen questions about the next game night while keeping an eye on Tor. He liked standing behind me and stroking a hand over my backside whenever I bent over to pack something into a tote. The guys didn’t miss a thing and thought the game of cat and mouse Tor and I were playing was completely hilarious.
I was so wrapped up in the contentment of the moment that I didn’t hear the commotion outside at first. The fey did, though. They all paused what they were doing and watched the front door.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
“They’re back,” Tor answered.
I didn’t need to ask who he meant. Uan, Adam, and the rest had returned.
Tor wrapped his arms around me. I pressed myself close, sliding my hand under his shirt and stroking my fingers over the skin of his lower back.
“I love you. Let’s go check on your brothers and Adam,” I said.
We joined the throng of fey moving toward the south wall. The shouts and good cheer were contagious, and I was smiling by the time we joined the masses. There were so many fey. Some of them had hair as short as Adam’s had been, which wasn’t a typical hairstyle. I couldn’t remember seeing it before.
“Did some of your brothers cut their hair?” I asked.
Tor flashed his teeth at me, his joy radiating from him.
“No. Those are my brothers who stayed in the caves. They returned with the others.”
I recalled my conversation with Turik about those they’d left behind and returned Tor’s smile.
“I’m glad you’re all together again.”
Drav lifted his arms, and they all went quiet.
“Welcome, my brothers. Your eyes will adjust to the light. Until they do, there are dark glasses you can wear. What news do you have of Uan?”
“I am here,” a low voice called, stepping from the masses. The large fey had no hair whatsoever. None on his head. No eyebrows. And I would be willing to bet no eyelashes.
Drav strode forward.
“It is good to see you well, my brother.”
“Uan? Uan!” The shrill voice rang out, and the crowd parted, revealing a middle-aged woman furiously pushing at the wheels of her chair to propel herself forward. As soon as she saw the bald fey, she started crying.
He rushed to her, fell to his knees, and embraced her tightly.
“That is Nancy,” Tor said softly. “Uan’s female.”
I glanced back at Tor.
“Do you see Adam?”
Drav heard me. “Where is Adam? Was he reborn?”
Uan whispered something to Nancy and pulled away from her.
