Page 96 of Shattered Veil
“We’re hoping you might have access to some resources or lore we don’t,” I explain.“Maybe something in the library archives?”
Eira nods slowly.“I might.”
“Perfect,” Callen says, flashing her a charming smile.“We’d be grateful for your assistance.”
I resist the urge to roll my eyes at his princely act.
“Before we go any further,” Lochan interrupts,“we need to be clear on something.” He fixes Eira with an intense stare.“This information doesn’t leave this room. If you breathe a word of it to anyone, there will be consequences.”
“Hell, Lochan,” Rory mutters.“Way to make the lady feel welcome.”
But Eira meets Lochan’s gaze steadily.“I understand the gravity of the situation. You have my word—I won’t speak of this to anyone.”
I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding.“Thank you, Eira. Really.”
She gives me a small smile.“Of course. Now, tell me everything.”
We fill Eira in on everything we know. I see the shock on her face when we get to the part about the Council’s involvement in Dean Charling’s murder.
“There’s also something we should tell you,” I say. I’m sure I’m already turning a shade of beet red.“We accidentally discovered a long-forgotten ritual chamber underneath the academy. There were—paintings on the walls. Of the Morrigan. And the Raven King. Together.”
“Fucking,” Rory adds with a grin. He’s eating a sandwich and half of it almost falls out of his mouth.
Eira goes pink.“Oh.” The sound is tiny.
“Tell her the best part, darling.” Callen’s smirk is insufferable right now.
I draw in a deep breath.“So…there was also a painting of the woman, who looked a lot like me, with—”
“All of us.” Tiernan gestures around the room.
“Allof us?” Eira asks in alarm.
“No, no,” I reassure her.“The four guys.”
Eira’s lips are pressed primly together and she nods.
“And,” I continue,“We seem to be—”
“Mates.” This comes from Marius, who is now standing by the door.
“We need better fucking security,” Callen grumbles.
Lochan’s in front of Marius in two quick strides.“What the fuck are you doing in our suite?”
He tilts his head and I swear I see him roll his eyes.“I was invited. By my mate.”
Four heads turn to stare at me. I shrug.“He’s part of this.”
Eira’s eyes are as wide as saucers.“All of you… mates?”
I nod, my cheeks burning.“Yeah. It’s... complicated.”
“Understatement of the fucking century,” Callen mutters.
Eira looks shell-shocked.“I-I see. That’s... quite unusual.”
“Tell me about it,” Rory mumbles around a mouthful of sandwich.
