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“Not being powerful doesn’t make someone not worth our time,” Mare argued.
“We could make up our own version of the contest,” Dots offered. “One that isn’t violent. We could have a bake-off, and a poetry contest…”
I snorted.
The other girls grinned wickedly.
“If you want to put a bunch of men in their places, you’ll need to add some kind of sewing competition to that,” Sunny added viciously.
Oh hell, it was awful.
But also… kind of awesome.
“Maybe a cleaning contest, too?” Mare teased.
“And a painting one, if we want to touch on North’s favorite things,” Sunny added. “And give the hellhound bastard a better shot at winning.”
“So why are all the fae after you, anyway?” Dots wondered. “I feel like me and Sunny missed something.”
I sighed, and gestured to one of the marks on my abdomen. “My burn-bruise things are apparently not considered burns or bruises. The fae call them Vevol’s Brands. Only two of the fae guys have them; Priel, and the unseelie king. I guess they’re a sign that the person holds unique magic of some sort. Priel’s lets him open the portal between our worlds.”
The girls’ eyebrows were all raised by the time I finished speaking.
“Damn. So you have special magic?” Sunny checked.
“According to them.”
“What is it, though?” Dots asked.
I shrugged. “Not a damn clue.”
“Well, hopefully a cheesy competition keeps them off our asses for a bit so we can all get outside for a while. I’m tired of being cooped up,” Sunny said.
Everyone else murmured agreements.
“I don’t know.” I grimaced. “I don’t want to give them any kind of hope, and then take it away. The way they touched me…” I shook my head. “What if I just tell them that they could write letters or something? That I’ll read their letters, and decide if I want to meet any of them?”
“I don’t think that will delay them for long,” Ervo warned.
“Well, I’m not about to walk out there and tell them that I’m looking to hook up with one of them,” I said defensively.
“What if you try to make them stop wanting you, then?” Sunny suggested.
I frowned at her.
She explained her idea. “What if you go out there and tell them that you’re in love with Priel? Make up some BS about how you’ve wanted him since you guys met but you didn’t think he was interested? Admit that our matings with the Wild Hunt guys are fake, but you finally admitted your feelings to Priel and he wants you too?”
She continued, “You could tell them that you came back here to grab your stuff so you can retreat back to his love shack and hook up with him in private. The guys are possessive assholes, but it doesn’t seem like they want an unwilling woman. If you can make them think that’s what you’d be, it might fix this shit.”
Her idea was way, way too close to reality for my taste, but what other options were there? As far as ideas went, it was better than my letter one.
I looked at Ervo.
All of us women did, actually.
He grimaced. “It might work… but it also might backfire for the rest of you.”
My stomach clenched.
