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I opened my mouth then clamped it shut when I saw Draven’s darkened expression. The courtyard was no place to argue with the leader of all Shadow demons.
“And,” he continued, “my cousin did this after he told his Shadow Lord he’d been dreaming of ravens andknewthe level of concern his family had, the family who begged him to open up and let us in. Yet he said nothing about his newest plans and I was left wondering if a plague of epic proportions was headed for him here, at Embour, where mypregnantmate resides, and so I needed a minute to calm my shit before I ended up hitting first and asking questions later.”
Lyric nodded enthusiastically pointing at her mate. “Yes, that’s why. Well-put, Big Guy.”
Draven palmed her belly affectionately as he bent to kiss the corner of her mouth in greeting. “Okay, Angel?”
“Yes, my love. Mommy and baby are good.”
His face softened, morphing back to barely contained wrath when he gave me his full attention again. “Talk.”
“Try full sentences,” Lyric suggested with pretend helpfulness. “Maybe add in a please here and there.”
“You didn’t say please when you were grilling me for answers,” I remarked.
“I’m preggers. I can get away with it.”
I had nothing to say about that. It was true.
“So?” Draven prodded. “What is my army out hunting?”
I was havingdéjà vu. Hadn’tI already been confronted by these two? I didn’t want to answer him. I’d held onto this little piece, something I’d felt was only for me.
If I spoke the thought aloud, it would be out there and they would know the implications. For creatures born of magic, words had power and could tug at our realities, pulling them to us. Did I want that tug?
Draven and Lyric stood wrapped around one another, waiting for my explanation. Touching was so instinctive to them. I don’t even think they noticed how many caresses they shared, how they naturally gravitated to one another no matter who was around.
I wanted that. I wanted those grounding touches between lovers. I felt sick all of a sudden, wanting such a thing. That female from my nightmare had ripped my heart out and I’d let it happen. I didn’t know what the dream was communicating, but I knew I needed to find her in order to figure it out.
To find her, I needed help–something my muddled brain did not want me to admit. Warring with myself, I relented. Keeping secrets had done me no favors.
“It’s not awhat. It’s awho.”
“Thenwhoare they hunting?” he impatiently asked.
“Tracking,” I corrected.
My mind started to shuffle thoughts like a deck of cards, too fast to follow.
“They have instructions not to engage. I just need to find … you see, in the dreams … really the odds of even finding her … I should have gone to an artist, I suppose, to capture ...”
I stumbled through my words, still so very reluctant to voice what I’d been holding inside. This wasn’t me. I didn’t stumble like an idiot.
“For the love of all that is holy, spit it out, Cas! I’ll have this baby by the time your story begins.”
“This isn’t easy for me. I—”
Slap!
My head jerked to the side, my cheek stinging. “What the fuck, Lyric?!” I was only a few inches under seven feet tall. The pregnant little hellcat shouldn’t have been able to reach my face so fast.
“You’re practically hysterical.”
“I am not. You just wanted a reason to hit me again.”
She ignored the accusation, talking right over me, the little shrew. “Take a breath, lower your shields, and let Draven see what you saw in your dream. It will save us months of time.”
“Lyric,” her mate warned.
