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“You had a knife in your apron.” She grimaced. She remembered it clearly. He had been pissed.
He blinked. “You didn’t think I would use it...”
“Of course not. It got a plot going in my head, and after that, things became blurry.”
Teyval chuckled and squeezed her hand. “So, we don’t have to worry about your body wandering off; it will be keeping your attention that is the issue.”
“Um, usually. Though I can wander off if I see something fun to look at.” She shrugged. “It has been known to happen, but hey, now we know where Denith and I intersected.”
Denith smiled, and his recovery continued.
“Seriously? Why are you getting stronger, and I am stuck holding hands?”
Denith sighed. “My energy comes from my omega. If she is weak, I normally would provide repairing strength. I hope that I can fulfill that duty and honour.”
She swallowed. Her brain skittered around, trying to draw the path to what would happen next. If she had to admit it, death had been easier to adapt to.
She looked from one face to the other. “What happens next?”
Teyval smiled. “Like many things in life, the next stage begins with a kiss.”
Byron touched her cheek and turned her head so that she faced him. She looked at the harsh angles of his features, and he smiled. “You are going to crush my hand, Turtle.”
“Sorry. I can get a little taller.”
His lips quirked. “Can you?”
She let herself grow and was soon at full height, but the grips on her hands were still solid. “Okay, that is just neat.”
Teyval laughed, Denith snorted, and Byron kissed her softly. She analyzed the texture of his lips, the warmth of his breath, and the faint hint of coffee that made her smile. It was a closed-mouth kiss, but it was so verynicethat she lifted her head toward him. She felt warmth enter her bloodstream and held tight to his hand.
When he lifted his head, he murmured, “Do you feel that?”
“Narrow it down.” She whispered it softly. “I am spoiled for choice.”
Teyval laughed. “I love a witty woman.”
Denith agreed. “It does add some fun to conversation.”
Teyval eased her over to him, and the kiss was similar in execution, but the warmth was just... more. Byron held her hand, and as her pulse escalated and her mind filled with the scent of hot chocolate and books, Teyval’s mouth tasted like productive Sunday afternoons. She loved productive Sunday afternoons.
Denith hissed softly, and she felt pressure. It was strange pressure like someone was leaning against her groin. She glanced down, and Teyval wasn’t anywhere near her. He touched her hands and lips, nothing else.
The feeling of a hand between her thighs had to be one of the others, and judging by the groan, it was Denith.
Her eyes opened wide, and she squeaked.
Teyval lifted his head. “Something wrong?”
She narrowed her eyes at Denith. “Was there something you left in my lap? You seem to be looking diligently.”
Denith was stunned and grinned. “You felt that?”
“A handshake is usually more traditional,” she muttered.
He laughed and flexed his hands. “I think I could manage one of those, beauty.”
She looked at the two she was gripping, and Byron released her right hand so she could extend it to her destined mate. She held her hand out, and Denith reached forward. When his hands closed over hers, she closed her eyes and nodded her head.
