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He’s wearing a white shirt I’ve never seen before that pulls taut over his muscles, and my eyes linger on them a little too long.
“Hi,” he murmurs, stepping in front of me with a grin on his face.
“Hey,” I say, accepting the hug and kiss from him. The minty smell of his toothpaste shocks me, because when did he find time to brush his teeth?
“What are you doing up?” he asks, rubbing my back.
“Thanks for healing Ryes last night,” I say, instead, and he grins at me.
“I had no choice. He had an assignment.” I sigh, and he notices. “Eirik’s got us all on a break this weekend.”
“What?”
“None of us have assignments and we’ll spend the weekend doing something fun.”
“Yo, Z, what you doing home?” Mael asks, coming in with a giant smirk.
“What’s got you in such an exuberant mood?”
“I won the pillow fight.”
Zohar looks to me for an explanation, but I just laugh and go back to making my tea now that the kettle has boiled. Mael brings Zohar up to speed as we go back to the living room.
Ciar’s pouting, but he mumbles a thanks as I hand him his mug.
“Fancy recreating the barter for some fun entertainment?” Zohar asks, and Ciar lets out a feral growl.
It’s hilarious, and I’m not the only one who starts to laugh. My dark witch isn’t impressed and slurps at his tea.
“I’m not here for the judgement,” he says.
Another portal opens, and Eirik steps through looking a lot more ragged than Zohar did. His hair is covered in some kind of gel, his clothes wet in some places and ripped in others. His clothes aren’t even something he’d normally wear—instead a pair of cargo shorts with a pair of leggings underneath, a pair of trainers and a long-sleeved workout top.
I beam at him, and pat the sofa next to me, not caring about the state of him, but he shakes his head. I don’t miss the look of longing on his face though.
“Sorry, love, but I’m covered in grime. I’ll go shower first,” he says before frowning. “What are you all doing up so early?”
“We were attacked,” I say, when everyone else falls silent. “But it’s fine. Mael’s told Mr Downey, and he and Ciar handled it.”
Eirik pinches the bridge of his nose as a cool and deadly aura surrounds him. I feel his magicae reacting, and I’m both in awe and saddened by the control he has over it.
He gives a sharp nod, and turns on his heel to leave.
“I’ll go speak with him,” Ciar says quietly.
“No,” I say, placing my tea on the coffee table. “I will.” I squeeze Mael’s hand in passing, and jog up to Eirik’s room.
I’m panting by the time I get there because I’m terribly unfit. I wait until I’m no longer as winded, because not only is it mortifying, but I guarantee the guys will probably try and implement some kind of exercise regime.
And as much as I love spending time with them, that’s one thing I will massively be avoiding.
I have magicae now. Why do I need to run fast?
I knock on the door, but get no reply, and shrug before walking in. Eirik won’t be mad. He’s not in the room, so I walk through to the bathroom.
I hear the water running, but I knock anyway. I can always close my eyes.
With a slight trepidation in my step, I push the door open before shrieking.
