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Does it matter?
Does it change us?
“I love you too,” Dax finally says on a warm breath against my skin as his arms tighten around me. “And Darrio’s loved you long before he ever told you.”
A smirk pulls at my lips as Darrio rolls his eyes at his twin.
Happiness seeps right into me, flooding my body with a swarming feeling that matches the magic within me.
“Mesa said we can’t leave until she changes Darrio’s bandages in a few hours,” Dax says in a more serious tone.
Nothing will be as simple as life is right now.
Tristan’s out there with an army of nix. He’s out there ripping through this realm while we’re here in the simplicity of time.
What will Tristan do with an army of chaotic creatures?
In an hour, it’ll be a real discussion.
But for now, I’ll cling to this small amount of happiness.
I take Daxdyn’s hand in mine as I lead him to the bed.
“Scoot over,” I tell Darrio.
“There’s no way there’s enough room in this bed for three of us.” Darrio complains but he rolls on his side to provide me with as much space as possible.
“There’s plenty of room if you two are any good at sharing.”
Sharingis said with more meaning than Darrio seems to notice. He’s oblivious to my comment.
“Hmm, I’ll show you how good at sharing I can be,” Daxdyn purrs in a voice that hums against my body and pulses right down to my sex.
“Daxdyn, I never want to hear your filthy mouth when I’m having sex,” Darrio complains. “It’s like you love the sound of your own voice so much you can’t even shut the hell up long enough to get off. My cock would probably stop working if I had to listen to your voice while I fucked.” Darrio glares hard at his twin as I press myself as close to him as possible. The tension in his body relaxes against me as his big hand settles low on the curve of my ass.
For a moment, I wonder how Darrio knows Daxdyn talks during sex, but I don’t question it. They’re brothers. They’ve had two hundred years to know every dirty detail about one another.
“It’d be encouraging and you know it. My voice just has that effect on people.” Daxdyn slips in behind me, every inch of his body presses tightly against me as his nose runs up the length of my neck. “I’d encourage little Darrio to aspire to do better.” I feel the smile on his lips as he kisses slowly behind my ear.
My lashes fall closed but I can’t help but smirk.
“Please never use the words ‘Little Darrio’everagain,” I say as my hand runs up Darrio’s hard pecs before pushing through his dark hair.
Laughter rumbles through the room until I fall asleep once again.
I fall asleep surrounded by strength, and happiness, andlove.
Chapter Eleven
Visions of Destruction
Once again Ryder has a backpack hanging from his shoulder. It’s sad that all our belongings fit in a single bag, but I’m used to it.
The kitchen that he carried me through days ago is quiet this morning. The shining sink is empty and the lack of noise means it must be very early.
“You guys are welcome back anytime.” Mesa smiles up at Ryder and I can’t help but wonder if there was ever anything more between him and the beautiful healer of the Iron Bar.
“Thanks. We’re thankful to have you.” He doesn’t hug her. The amount of space between the two of them makes me think friends are all they ever were.
