Page 109 of Power Shift
She leaned against Ash. “That’s okay. I hope I scream like that when Ash and I?—”
“Tess!” Ash barked, his cheeks turning crimson.
Moira’s mouth opened in a shocked o.
A laugh bubbled from me. “Tess, I’m sure that will happen for you both. It’s important to be one hundred percent sure when it’s your first time.”
Tess nodded. “Ash hasn’t pressured me.”
The dryad pinched the space between his brows. “For the love of the gods,” he muttered.
Moira punched him in the shoulder. “Aww. Ash. We always knew you were a gentleman. Glad to see we weren’t wrong.”
“We do other stuff,” Tess volunteered.
I pressed my lips together to keep from laughing.
Moira fluttered her eyelashes. “Oh? Do tell.”
“Moira!” Ash closed his eyes, a pained expression on his face. “Tess?—”
But Tess wasn’t known for understanding nuance. “Is it normal for it to be so large?” She made a motion with her hands that had Moira slapping her hands over her mouth. “You know like so…”
Ash took Tess by the elbow and marched her away. “We will never speak of this again!” he called back to us.
“The hell we won’t,” Moira said, her eyes twinkling with mirth.
I’d missed them. I missed this.
I missed the normalcy we once had, and I knew this small reprieve wouldn’t last.
Not with the supernova of power I had burning in my veins.
Chapter
Thirty-Three
The fae king appeared in my living room just as I put the final touches on dinner. I’d made enough for two this time, fully expecting him to show up now that I was home and Caelan was nowhere to be seen.
He wore casual clothes this time. No antlers. No crown. No Wild Hunt.
Just a male burning with the power of a thousand suns.
I pushed a glass of red wine and a plate of spaghetti carbonara over. “Should I call you Dad now, or are we sticking with Cernunnos?”
One side of his mouth tugged into a smile. “When did you realize?”
I fixed my plate. “Technically, I didn’t, though I suspected. The banshee told me.”
Cernunnos nodded and picked up his fork. He jerked his head. “Living room?”
“I’ll be there in a minute.”
He walked over and settled in my reading chair, balancing his plate on his knee.
“I knew for sure when I shifted at Caelan’s.”
“Thought you might have.” He twirled pasta around his fork and took a bite. His eyes closed and a look of bliss crossed his face. “You are an excellent cook.”
