Page 50 of Reaper Unhinged
“It’s not from Uri.” I rolled up the scroll. “It’s from the divine. He wants us to know that the Beyond is being repaired. He’s sending Uri back to us and wants us to accept him into our family. I think what happened to him in Limbo changed him somehow.”
The guys exchanged glances, and then Azazel cleared his throat. “Would you like it if he stayed here with us?”
Why was he asking in that tone of voice? Like he was offering me a candy bar or something. Wait…My cheeks heated. Did they think Uri and I…
“You like him,” Mal said. “We both picked up on it, and we discussed how we’d feel if he…joined our family.”
“He’s a warrior,” Azazel said. “And he’s a good man. An honorable man.”
“So…” Mal said. “Whatever happens…”
I ducked my head, my neck on fire. This was too weird, like my two lovers were setting me up with another guy, and then it hit me how hard this must be for them. I knew they loved me, but this…This selflessness made my heart ache. It made me wonder how I could ever crave more than them.
“It’s all right,” Azazel said. “Love doesn’t diminish when you share it. It grows. All we ask is that you be honest with us.”
Mal snorted. “Geez, Az, did you get that out of a greeting card? Look. Fee, we made a commitment to make you happy, whatever it takes.”
“But I have to make you happy too and—"
“You do that by existing. We’ve lived long enough to know how rare what we have with you is. You’ve brought us together in a way we would never have imagined, and if you decide you want Uri to be a part of our family then so be it.”
I had no idea what to say. I mean, I was pretty sure that Uri only thought of me as a friend.
Conah put a plate of bacon and eggs in front of me. “You should eat. Restore your strength.”
He shot Azazel and Mal a pointed look.
I sat back and frowned. “You don’t like Uri?”
Conah pressed his lips together. “Your relationships aren’t my business.”
“Then what?”
Mal sipped his coffee. “He’s pissed we both fed off you.”
“In hindsight, it probably wasn’t the best idea,” Azazel said.
“What gave it away?” Conah said sarcastically. “The fact that she could barely keep her eyes open on the flight back, or the fact she almost dropped out of the sky twice before that?”
It was weird to have him defending me, especially when I didn’t need it. “I’m fine. Azazel and Mal take care of me, and I take care of them. It’s how things work between us.” My words came out sharper than intended in a clear back-off tone.
Conah’s jaw tightened. “Of course. It’s none of my business.”
Mal winced in my direction as if to say,ouch, Fee.
Azazel didn’t even flinch; he simply picked up the coffee pot and refilled his mug.
Conah nodded curtly. “I have messages to send.”
He left the room.
Okay, now I felt bad. Conah was still healing from the loss of his soulmate Kiara. He was trying to be nice, and I’d snapped at him.
“I should go talk to him, right?” I looked from Azazel to Mal.
Azazel set his mug down. “Do you want to?”
The last thing Conah had said to me after Kiara was murdered was that he wanted nothing to do with me. That we would never be friends, only colleagues, but he wasn’t acting like he wanted to be just colleagues…Did he want to be friends?
