Page 23 of Bros Come Before Hordes
"You know,” Tavis said, running his hands through his hair so it was a rainbow, “a while back, Vance mentioned a woman across the sea who can talk to gods, no Queen's Cross needed, though I'm not sure how she did it without one. Maybe we could ask her."
"You're saying we need to ask for help?" Calhoun asked.
Nodding, Tavis snapped his fingers, I guessed for his clothes, but nothing happened because of the lack of a power surge. He heaved a sigh and bent to pick up his jeans. "That's exactly what I'm saying. This whole thing has felt wrong from the get-go, and I feel it's only going to get worse."
"He's right,” I said. “We need help because it feels like we're already at war with the fae even though no one has officially declared it yet, and guess which new queen has never fought a war in her life?"
Although I guessed I kind of was. A Civil War among dragon shifters. My harem and me against the rest since they werenothappy with me being queen.
“Tavis, can you ask Vance to contact this woman who speaks to gods, whoever she is? Ask her if she can help? Because we have a war brewing. Not just one but two. The one againstallof you, and the one against me."
“Us, you mean,” Calhoun corrected, and strode toward me, unfastening his belt as he did. "And I don't plan on losing either of those wars."
