Page 4 of Raven's Dawn

Smirking, he made a tsk, tsk, tsk sound. “Trying to squeeze a quick fuck in before we go off on our journey, huh?”

“It wasn’t the goal,” Graham said, “but I wasn’t gonna turn it down.”

Mockingly, Warren pressed a hand to his chest. “And you weren’t gonna invite me?”

“I don’t think this bed’ll fit all of us,” I said.

“I can squeeze in anywhere if there’s an orgasm involved, Rainbow,” Warren quipped, walking toward the window. “Aw, you guys took the good view.”

“We sure as hell did,” Graham said. “And I won’t apologize for it, mate. This is supposed to be a punishment for you, in case you forgot.”

For a few heartbeats, he only stared out the window. “Don’t see myself forgetting that anytime soon.”

These men were gonna be the death of me with all their moping.

I got it. The whole situation sucked. None of us wanted to be here. No one wanted to fight in this war. It was gonna be horrible, and bloody, and miserable.

But gods damn it, it wasn’t yet. Right now, everything was fine. Right now, we were all okay. We were safe and warm, and we had each other. And we needed to relish in that for as long as we possibly could.

But telling Warren anything he didn’t want to hear was like bashing your head off the wall. The easiest way to divert him from his brooding was distraction.

“Where’s Ezra?” I asked.

“Talking to Jeremy outside.” Joining us on the bed, Warren kicked his feet up. “Had a medical question of some kind. I don’t know the details, but they want us to meet them at the castle in half an hour.”

“Of course they do,” I murmured. “How long a walk do you guys think that is?”

“Ten minutes?” Graham asked.

I sighed. “Not enough time for a quickie then, huh?”

Smirking, Warren looked me up and down. “Like I said. I can squeeze in just about anything if there’s an orgasm involved.”

“She doesn’t wanna fuck.” Graham poked me in the nose. “She doesn’t want us to sulk, so she’s trying to make us smile.”

“We’re not sulking,” Warren said.

They very much were.

“Hey, I’m definitely down for a quickie if it’ll make you smile,” I said.

“Gross.” Jake appeared in the doorway, a harbinger of celibacy.

Warren jolted away. Clearing his throat, he adjusted his pants.

Graham laughed.

And I hated this. While I could remain positive in most areas of my life, I was quickly tiring of my brother. I was a grown ass woman. Warren was a century old Vampire. We were in an adult, consenting relationship, and what we did in bed, when we got in bed, how many of us there were in the bed, was our business and ours alone.

And yet the moment my brother showed, Warren squirmed away from me like a teenager caught by a cop in the backseat of a car. No one was entirely mature about it. Graham laughed each time it happened, and Ezra blushed and stuttered a bit, but at least they went on like nothing was wrong.

Because nothing was wrong. We were adults in consensual, safe relationships.

That didn’t change the tension between them, though—so thick, we’d need a sword to cut through it.

“What’s up?” I asked him, sitting up straighter in the bed.

“Naomi said you need to go.” Jake’s tone was flat, face no different. Only the slightest curl of his lip showed his disgust. “They want you all in the dining hall.”

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