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“Rook!”
“What? She started it.”
OK, he had me there.
Mari sits up straighter, pulls her shirt back down to cover her midsection, and gives him a quick nod. “I do.”
Before I can say anything to stop it, Rook hops up and has his pants around his ankles. “See?” he says proudly.
I’m hiding under my hands, peeking through my fingers at Mari’s expression as she glances at my newest mate’s junk. She wrinkles her nose, then dissolves into a fit of giggles.
“Dude!” she says between fits of laughter. “It’s soft. How am I supposed to tell if it has a knot if you’re not even hard?”
Rook looks down at his crotch, and laughs along with my sadistic sister. “Heh, you’re right. Well, trust me,” he says as he pulls up his pants. “It’s there.”
Mari keeps cackling like a witch in front of a cauldron. “Whatever you say, noodle boy.”
“Noodle! Is that my new nickname?”
“Well, you whipped out your limp noodle like a proud cut gelding trying to mount a mare… So… Yeah. noodle boy, it is.”
Rook shrugs and collapses to the sofa, snoring as soon as he’s horizontal, and Mari and I dissolve into another fit of giggles.
Chapter9
Out of Synch
I gapeat my newest mate. Do witches have a different tolerance to alcohol than wolves?
“I doubled the amount of liquor in his drinks,” Mari says slyly as she shuffles across the couch and curls into the corner with me.
She puts her head on my shoulder, and on autopilot, I stroke her hair. Just like when we were kids.
“Why would you do that?”
She shrugs against me. “I wanted to see who he is without the artifice of inhibition. I don’t just hand out my approval willy nilly, you know.” Her last words end with a hiccup.
I chuckle softly, matching her hiccup with one of my own. “And?”
“And he seems like an excellent addition to your little pack. I think he’ll end up rounding out the personalities.”
Yeah. He probably will. If I get to keep all my guys, that is.
I let out a heavy sigh, and Mari lifts her head; her hazel eyes, the mirror to mine, peering into my liquor-soaked soul. “What?”
I shake my head, not wanting to ruin the light mood.
“You better spill it, sister, or I’m not bringing any more of my magical concoctions back to get you and your mates drunk.”
“I’m not sure that’s the threat you think it is.”
She gives me a Mari glare. “Drago told me something terrible was going on and you’d need me here. So far, aside from the daddy issues, you haven’t let out a peep, so get to spilling, Willa.”
I pushed her head back down on my shoulder so I wouldn’t have to see the pity in her eyes when I tell her. “Drago isn’t going to survive when the you-know-what comes back. He’s meant to sacrifice himself to it.”
Mari squeezes me. “Fuuuuuck.”
“And I’m not going to survive it if he dies.”
