Page 50 of Our Haunted Omegas
“When do Ambry and I get those?” I asked, as my eyes fell on piles and piles of supplies.
“We were waiting until you were on the family link via the claiming vows. Now, we’re waiting on our grandparents to have a free moment to come make them. Usually, my grandcarrier does it himself because he doesn’t trust anyone not to copy them. There’s a lift to the left that goes all the way up.”
“A lift in a watch tower?” I arched a brow. “Aren’t steps safer during war or battles or fire?”
“Yes, they are. The elevators are a new edition. Like I said, the place has been remodeled. Do they make you anxious?” Cobalt asked.
“Let’s find out,” I said, taking his hand and giving it a squeeze. “Oh! Little bags of gummies! Can I have some?”
“What’s mine is yours. You’re a Moonscale with a capital M now, love.”
I snatched a bag of gummies on the way to the elevator. There wasn’t a button to press to call the lift. I opened my mouth to ask how we got its attention but it opened as I started to speak.
“It has a motion censor,” Cobalt said, gesturing for me to get inside.
I stepped inside and reminded myself that it was built to hold a group of dragons. Cobalt was a dragon, and I was a wolf. If the hand was there, it was a spirit. We couldn’t weigh more thanthe group of dragons it was meant to hold. I distracted myself with gummies and asking questions.
“I thought you statesiders call them elevators?” I teased him.
“We do when we’re stateside. You have to remember, we grew up over here part time too. In London, Spain, France. Wherever our grandparents summered, we usually visited, and our sire grew up over here. We learned to switch back an forth pretty quickly. When you’re of two places you learn how to be both.”
“Call it what you want. I was teasing.”
“Kids did too when we were younger. We had a therapist ask us which version of the language we thought in but to be honest for all of us it’s a mixed bag of them. Lifts are lifts but car trunks aren’t boots.”
“They are too,” I teased him as the lift door chimed open.
I hadn’t thought to press a floor button, but Cobalt had brought the lift up all the way to the topmost floor of the tower. He pressed a button on the wall and the opposite wall lifted as if we were in a garage.
“That’s how dragons would come and go in that form,” he said as the midafternoon sunlight danced into the place. “This is the only empty floor because behind this halfway,” he walked over to the center of the room where a wall came up to his navel, “we’d build a nest.”
Nest.
The word played through my thoughts in the spirit’s voice and Cobalt frowned at me. I wasn’t doing as good of a job as I thought I was at keeping my thoughts about the murderous spirit to myself.
“Do you think Ambry and Indigo will want to build a nest too?” I asked. “I mean, with us. We’d share of course. I couldn’t imagine not sharing if we’re all laying eggs. I mean, Ambry andI are laying eggs. Do alpha dragons lay eggs? Stop! I did go to school! Don’t answer that.”
Cobalt pulled me into a tight hug and then kissed me. I was grateful for his warm, nimble tongue shutting me up. I really wanted a baby. I wanted a baby who looked like Cobalt and ran around chasing its own tail like me. Maybe my baby would be a wolf with wings or a dragon with fur. An egg wasn’t guaranteed even if we went at it without a condom. A wolf baby was still more than likely because of my genetics.
I was making quick work of Cobalt’s fly when the lift dinged, closed, and disappeared.
“Indi and Ambry are coming up,” Cobalt said.
“Guess I was ignoring them in favor of your dick,” I laughed.
“You still can. I don’t mind. If they’re bored enough to stick around and watch----” Cobalt said as the doors to the lift chimed open.
“Next week everyone will be here,” Indigo sighed. “They’re saying they’re coming for a mating feast and to properly meet them, but we all know they’re coming to search for the hand.”
“Everyone won’t fit here,” Cobalt shook his head as if his brother spoke utter nonsense. “We’ll have to have it at the Manor.”
“I’m not sure we should have it at all,” Indigo sighed.
“I don’t think you have a choice unless you want to go into hiding,” Teal said, landing just inside the open garage door. “It’s not just about the hand.”
“No weddings,” Indigo shook his head.
“No, our parents wouldn’t force you into that but they do want to meet them. They want to put eyes on you and know you’re okay after everything that happened,” Teal frowned.
