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Diane nods and grumbles as she snatches another dirty tunic from the floor. “I need to wash all of Almaac’s while they’re out hunting.”
I flop down on a chair and think about how amazing some coffee would be right now. Instead, I’ll get to drink water since I sweat through it so much. Maybe if I’m extra lucky, I can convince Diane and Olivia to break into the demons’ stash of moonshine so we can let loose for once. Not that we don’t really let loose all the time, considering this world is filled with just lounging around and trying to find something to do. Life with no internet, no electronics, and no entertainment except for hanging out with others is boring most of the time.
“Think Olivia might agree to getting trashed if I suggest it tonight?”
“Considering she is actively trying to get pregnant.” Diane shrugs without answering my question. “I wouldn’t suggest going and asking her until you find a shirt. She’s more protective of her mate than I am of Almaac.”
I laugh, knowing just how true that is. Almaac may not completely be able to tell Diane and me apart, but he’s only made the mistake of grabbing me once. He had me pulled up in his arms, completely ignoring my struggle of trying to escape him for all of five seconds, but it was long enough for everyone to see. His eyes were so wide as he dropped me ungracefully back on the ground like I was on fire. He turned to face Diane, who was red in the face, an eye twitching. Erkoz had laughed and then told Diane to go make love to her mate until he figured out how to tell us apart. The tension broke, and she did drag him out of the hall and probably fucked his brains out all day because I didn’t see them.
“Yeah, yeah,” I wave my hand at her. She’s barely even visible over the pile of clothes she’s holding. “Need help? If you get me something to wear, I’ll help with the laundry.”
“Want me to grab one from Erkoz’s or Xoth’s dresser?” She asks as she sets the pile of tunics and pants on the ground by the front door.
“No, just grab one from anyone who isn’t them.”
“Really?” She cocks a brow at me, and I mirror her action. “You sure you don’t want one of their tunics?”
“Considering they left me naked and alone after fucking me last night with no clothes? No, I don’t think I want to wear their tunics right now.”
“They’re out hunting right now,” Diane looks out the window with a frown. “Wish I would’ve known they were being assholes before. I would’ve had Almaac kill them for you.”
I let my head fall back and let out a loud laugh. “Your mate knows that they’re using him, right?”
“Of course he does.” Diane smiles at me. Any animosity towards Erkoz and Xoth is gone since she knows I can give as much as I get. “Almaac is big on family, though. He loves that he has two brothers, even if he halfway hates one of them.”
“Only halfway?” I laugh as she opens the front door. She gives me a snort of laughter. “Hey, grab one from Toron. I said his name the other day, and I’m pretty sure I saw Xoth exhale with more intensity than he normally does.”
She scrunches up her nose at me and gives me a shake of her head. “You three are awful.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Another wave of my hand. “Get it for me, and I’ll help with laundry.”
“On it!” She doesn’t waste another second before running back to the great hall. I roll my shoulders and try to wake myself up.
No caffeine will be the death of me at some point. Since I’ll never have another tasty cup of coffee again, I am getting trashed on some demon moonshine before the day is over, preferably with two demons that I like a lot.
I wiggle around in Toron’s lap as I reach up for two cups being passed to me by Yril. I have a skin filled with moonshine that I convinced Olivia to allow me to have. Not that I didn’t already have it from convincing Brirk to sneak me some. Diane made me promise to get permission from Olivia before I drank it, though. Something about being the tribe’s leader’s mate or something. Don’t know. Barely care. But I want to keep the peace for my sister’s sake, so I asked Olivia, and when she told me it was fine, I pulled the skin out from behind my back and wiggled it a bit.
“You sure you don’t want in on this experiment?” I wiggle my brows at Olivia as she watches Diane and me from her mate’s lap.
“I thought I’d say yes,” Olivia laughs as I pour some clear liquid into each cup Yril gave me. “I think I’ll leave it to you two to make sure it doesn’t kill you.”
“If it kills them, their mates will take turns killing your mate.” Ralleth sniffs the liquid in one cup and makes a disgusted face. A shiver runs through his body when he sets it back down. “Tastes disgusting.”
“Do you want to wait until your demon gets here?” I tilt my cup in Diane’s direction, but she’s already holding hers up to her nose and taking a sniff.
“If I get silly, you need to make sure I end up with Almaac.”
I don’t know if she’s talking to me or the other demons, but no man here wants to touch her. I still reassure her since that’s apparently what she needs right now. “I’ll make sure you end up in your demon’s arms if you get trashed. Hell, he’ll probably be here any minute. It’s starting to get dark outside.”
I hold my cup up in a toast, and Diane taps hers against it before we’re both tipping the liquid into our mouths and cringing as the taste hits our tongues. Diane wretches first, and I’m not far behind in making a gagging noise.
“Are they dying?” Ralleth asks as he stands with Olivia still wrapped tightly in his arms. His eyes are wide, and he’s not the only demon looking worried as we choke down the awful-tasting liquor.
“Not dead,” I cough once more before pouring a second round for Diane and me. Toron rubs my back softly as I wiggle against him, the warmth of the alcohol already settling in my stomach. “I say a max of three shots, then give it a while to see where we’re at. I’m not trying to die of alcohol poisoning.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Diane coughs against the back of her hand before swallowing down the next shot. My eyes widen in surprise because she’s usually lagging behind me, but it looks like I’m the sluggish one right now. “Come on, I want to see if we’re lightweights after two years of not drinking.”
I laugh as I choke on the next shot and quickly pour us third shots so we can get the effects of alien moonshine flowing through us. The great hall doors open, and our attention is drawn to it as soon as the burn of the third shot stings at our throats. Almaac looks murderous, but my demons are amused at seeing me choking on alcohol in Toron’s lap. I give them a bright smile and wave, which they awkwardly return as they walk over.
