Page 120 of What Fools These Immortals Be
We kiss, slow and sated, and I feel the way sleep drags at him now; the same way it does at me. “I don’t think things need to be more interesting around here, love.”
“Love?”
“I thought that was a given.”
“It is nice, Maurice, to hear these things from time to time.”
I nip his jaw. “I said I would give you mymagic, Njáll,” I counter. “Is that not the same thing?”
He looks at me seriously. “For you, it is,” he says, and when he captures my mouth, it is hot and hungry and has me squirming in his arms. “But I’ll say it anyway,” he murmurs in my ear. “I love you.”
“Well, if youhave tohear it…”
He laughs.
“I love you, too.”
Two nights later, I find myself at the Wild Hunt’s London base again. Sunset was a few hours ago, but Njáll woke me with his mouth on my cock, and then we were… distracted.
I snort to myself as I push open the front door and make my way into the house. My magic has never been so attuned as it is right now. It reaches for the newly erected wards and then for the other fae-blessed people in the house, and I am only a little surprised to find that more than just Vlad and Grant are here.
When I walk into the living room, Paxton looks up from the armchair he has ensconced himself in. He has a book in his hands, and he does not close it.
“You’re late,” Jeremiah says.
I shrug. “I had better things to be doing.”
He grins, a fleeting expression, before he leans against the arm of Paxton’s chair. Grant is on the sofa, his own book open, and he shuffles around onto his knees, eyes roaming over me. “Are you all right? Is your magic…?”
“It’s all good.” I frown, looking around. “Where’s your sire?”
Grant rolls his eyes and drops back into his reclined position. I wince at the way his neck jolts with the movement, but he doesn’t even seem to notice. “Kitchen. With Asher.”
I head in that direction, ignoring the feel of Jeremiah’s eyes on me as I go. I’m willing to ask him about it later, but Vlad might have better answers for me, so that is where I plan to begin.
Sure enough, he and Asher are inside, Vlad leaning against the counter to watch as Asher cooks himself and Paxton a meal.
“I have a job for you,” Vlad says when I enter. “The information is in the living room, with—”
“I need to ask you something.”
Asher tilts his head but doesn’t stop what he’s doing. Vlad frowns. “What’s happened?”
“Nothing… bad.”
“Maurice.”
“Njáll and I bonded.”
Asher drops the spoon he’s holding. Vlad’s eyes go wide. Out in the living room, I hear Jeremiah let out a squawk, and in the next moment, he’s standing in the doorway, staring at me just like the rest of them.
“You… what?” Vlad asks.
“We didn’t—It didn’t happen on purpose! It just—My magic—”
“Your magic bonded you?” Jeremiah frowns, leaning against the doorway. “And you didn’tdoanything?”
“I didn’t think it was a possibility. Only wolves and the fae have bonds.”
