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And a kiss on the inside of my thigh.
“Don’t open your eyes yet,” Zy whispers in my ear. “We’re going to play the guessing game this morning.”
My insides flip.
Because theguessing gamemeans we’re definitely going to be late for breakfast with my sister.
It’s an important day. One that I want to spend with her, but my mates seem intent on keeping me to themselves.
“We don’t have time,” I protest, but a hand gently covers my eyes. I guess it’s Kor’s based on the strong but gentle touch of it.
“There’s always time to love you,” Zy tells me. His voice has a playful tease to it, one that he gets when I know he’s determined to have his way.
I usually wind up squeezed between the three of them, limp and useless and very, very satisfied by the time they’re done with me.
Which sounds wonderful, but my mates have me for the rest of our lives. My sister, though, is a busy queen. She made special time for me today.
Another hand slips up my throat, putting weight on my collarbone, while a body rests against my hip.
That’s definitely Jasper.
“Let me talk to her,” I say, careful not to speak my sister’s name aloud.
Her name is still considered a safe word and I don’t know if the spell remains active. I haven’t had to use it in the past three weeks.
My mates know my limits now and they don’t cross them.
“You have thirty seconds,” Zy whispers in my ear.
Fallon?I say, reaching out to her in my mind. If Zy says I have thirty seconds, then that’s it.
I could push him if I wanted to, but I honestly enjoy his games. He would respect my boundaries if I established them.
But I’m weak for my mates, so I let them get away with far too much.
Hey! I was just picking out what to wear. Do you think the blue dress or red dress would match what you’re wearing?She goes silent for a second.Gods, I’m so insensitive. Pretend I didn’t ask you that.
I grin because today is my last day as a mortal witch.
The last day I’ll have a heartbeat.
Because my mates are going to turn me into a hybrid like them.
I could wear red,I suggest.Just because my mates have to drink all my blood doesn’t mean I can’t have a little dark humor about it.
Fallon sighs on the other end.Are you positive you want to go through with this? I mean… never mind. We can talk about it over breakfast. I made sure the chef prepared every delicious dish I can think of. Belgian waffles with strawberries and whipped cream, soft-boiled eggs in golden holders, ham and cheese croissants—
I stop her before she makes me too hungry, because Zy is now nibbling impatiently at my ear, making me hungry for something else.I’m going to miss breakfast,I tell her mournfully.My mates seem intent on distracting me.
Fallon isn’t mad. She chuckles as if she can relate, which she most assuredly can. Her phantoms especially have made her late for more than one visit with me.I’m honestly not surprised. That’s okay. We can meet for lunch or dinner instead. I’ll tell the chef to get started. Oh! That means we can do steak and shrimp and lobster. There are these little beef pocket things, too, that I just discovered.
There she goes, making me hungry again—but dinner does sound good now.
Showing off the fact that you have a royal chef?I muse. Although, I’m grateful for her efforts to make my last day eating food as a source of nutrition worthwhile. She has held off trying to change my mind. The only thing she said about it was that she felt it was too big a sacrifice to give up my birthright.
But what birthright do I really have? What does it bring me?
My mates are my world. I want them and nothing else.
