Page 136 of Witch Undecided
Their presence, their strength had a recharging effect on my body and the connection to my anchor power was suddenly more acute. The effects of the slau melted away and I stood taller.
Jasper appeared a few meters away carrying a cardboard box. “Thought you might need the shit on the desk.”
“Smart move, J,” Sloane said.
J?
Jasper didn’t correct her. “I’ll drop it at the cabin.” His gaze locked on me. “I’ll be back for mylessonssoon.”
He winked out.
“What was that about?” Tor asked.
Leif caught my eye and arched a brow.
I nodded and he sighed. “I think we all need to have a chat.”
Rune padded over.What we need is steak.
“I could eat,” Poppy said.
We headed for the fence and home.
Steaks were eatenand The Elites were gone. Exhaustion tugged at my eyelids as I lay on the sofa, head on Tor’s lap while he played with my hair.
Leif wandered into the lounge and set his phone on the coffee table. “Conah says Wren is fine. Vitals are stable. Not to worry. He says he’ll help Sloane with the paperwork in the box too.”
I sat up. “I want to help too.”
“Once you’ve had a good night’s sleep,” Tor said firmly. “Your soul left your fucking body. You almost died.”
Yeah, Jasper had told them about that. He’d had a smirk on his face when he did, as if he was doing me a disservice, but I knew him now. This was his way of making sure the guys kept an eagle eye on me while he was gone.
Gone.
Where did he go when he wasn’t here?
He’d always dodged those questions, but maybe now that things were different between us, he’d tell me.
I’d ask him when he got back.
“Bed for you.” Tor scooped me up and stood. “Bath first, though?” A wicked grin painted his features.
“Whoa.” Leif held up his hands. “Why doyouget to bathe her?”
“Because I’m bigger and nastier than you,” Tor said.
Leif placed his hands on his hips and did his best pissed-off girlfriend impression. “Oh really?”
Tor snorted. “Don’t.”
Leif pouted. “Don’t youdon’tme.”
Oh, God, his face and the eyelash flutter. I broke into giggles.
Rune groaned.It was only a matter of time before you saw this little skit. Leif used to pretend to be Tor’s jilted lover to cock block him when we were younger.
Tor carried me toward the stairs. “Not gonna work this time.”
