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Toros blinked. “Then, we are doing this?”
Byron chuckled. Teyval nodded and got a chair for her. He set it in the middle of the room. “We are doing this.”
She was lifted and settled on the chair. She jumped up and went to get another towel. She didn’t want to wreck the furniture.
She got settled and had a brush in her hands.
Denith smiled. “Good call.”
She chose the lock she wanted to braid and got it from the base of her neck. Denith separated the sections, held them, and lifted her hand to his mouth. She felt the piercing pressure, and then she smelled blood. The rest occurred quickly. She coloured the hair with blood, as did the others, and then Denith braided the column, and the world roared around her. It was a lot of power, and she could taste it.
She understood the braid and got to work on Teyval while Denith took care of Toros.
She then smeared blood on Denith’s chosen lock, the others joined in, and she started to braid. When Byron’s braid was finished, there was a thunderclap as their link snapped into place. Teyval caught her as she fell.
When he held her, she could feel the roaring lust just behind his calm exterior. Byron was the same. Denith and Toros were calmer but still pretty horny.
“Aw, geez.” She pressed a hand to her forehead. “Normally, the lust is stuck in my head. It doesn’t swirl in on its own.”
Teyval chuckled. “Your mind is spinning like a Catharine Wheel. Is it always like that?”
“Yes.” She sat up a little straighter.
Teyval sent satisfied joy to her. “Now we all have a nap to settle, and then Denith will make snacks.”
She nodded and reached for Toros. “Come on, sport. We are just going to finish your balancing and seal those wounds.”
He smiled slowly. “Sport?”
“I am working to replace bastard and asshole. Take sport until we can make it up to darling or sweetie.”
He nodded. “I will take it and celebrate when I qualify for idiot.”
They dropped to the bed, some clothed, some not, but all with a hand on her and the scent of blood in the air. As she fell asleep, for the first time in weeks, the world righted itself in Myrtle’s mind, and she started thinking about working again. Oddly enough, she might have to take erotica out of her repertoire. Too much realism would wreck the fantasy.
Chapter Seven
Nisha had given her wardrobe to Teyval and the guys. She was moved out in twenty minutes, and Nisha was moved to a new apartment with a doorman who was dark Elite. No standard Elite was going to make their way past him to use Nisha.
Myrtle was now wearing a better grade of jeans and sweats, but they were taking her seriously and sticking to fabrics she was comfortable in. It was amusing to wake up in the new bed with fresh clothes waiting for her. She had four butlers who all had different day jobs, but one of them always made an effort to be with her, like a babysitter.
Their pack house was huge, and Toros had gone through it, making notes and discussing things with Teyval.
Myrtle had been shown her office and had immediately settled in. She had a thought, and that thought was becoming a story. It looked like her most recent work was going to have to take a back seat to the sci-fi fairy tale that had sprung into her thoughts.
She hummed and sat in her office while she worked. It was like a drug. Weeks of being unable to focus had caused quite a backlog. It had to come out.
A soft knock at the door pulled her out of her work, and she turned to look at the source of the sound. “Uh, hi.”
Byron looked around, and his nostrils flared. “Myrtle, how long have you been in here?”
She rubbed her eyes. “Seven thousand words, but they came easy, so about six to eight hours.”
He sighed. “Do you autosave?”
“Of course. And I have cloud backup.”
He reached out and closed her laptop. “Come with me, Turtle.”
