Page 389 of Never Kiss a Fae
“I got this,” Titus assured him, then hissed when another flame escaped his attention.
“You missed one, Firefly,” Cyrus pointed out, earning a growl from my Fire Fae that promised vengeance.
I grinned, amused by their usual banter.
Gina poked her head through the door and glanced around the room, boasting a wry smile. “Did I miss the fireworks?”
“What fireworks—” I asked, only to be interrupted by an explosion that had me shrieking and clinging to Cyrus.
Aflora held a hand to her chest while Zephyrus narrowed his shrewd gaze. Titus’s unruly flames—spurred on by Cyrus’s “Firefly” taunt—had reached the appetizer trays of shelled nuts. Now they were exploding all over the ceiling. The life-sized nutcracker jostled next to the display, appropriately gyrating its mouth open and closed as it wobbled.
Gina clapped her hands, the only one among us who hadn’t been surprised. Well, Zephyrus didn’t look very surprised, so much as annoyed.
Cyrus doused the flames with a sweeping caress of his magic, careful not to soak my decorations in the process. However, he left the flames alight, likely to irritate Titus.
I can feel your amusement, baby,Exos murmured into my mind.Causing chaos again?
Just having fun with holiday decorations,I replied, my lips twitching.
Hmm,he hummed back, his own amusement reaching my heart.I’ll be there in a few minutes with Sol and Vox.I hope you’re hungry.
Why are we having so much food for a meeting?I wondered at him.
Maybe it’s not for a meeting,he suggested.
What do you mean?
Patience, Claire.
If he were standing before me, I’d stick my tongue out at him in annoyance. Instead, Cyrus distracted me with his mouth by placing a kiss on my lips that left me sighing in contentment.
Aflora shuffled through the glitter to find a seat. She pushed aside some stuffed pillows in the shape of stars and Christmas trees before finally plopping down onto a chair. “I don’t know where everybody else is going to sit.” Zephyrus smirked and took the seat beside her.
I bit my lip as I studied the room, considering the problem. I’d just let my instincts fly and hadn’t really considered logistics.
Gina swayed to a collection of faux snow and settled into it like a bird snuggling into a nest.
“I think this works just fine.” She plucked at the puffy edges of her makeshift seat. “It reminds me of when my Omega instincts first took hold. It’s a similar type of nesting instinct, I think.” She gave me a smile, her eyes flashing with a hint of white as she grazed her fingers over the decorations that triggered one of her visions. “Welcome to pregnant life, Claire. It’s going to keep you on the run.”
“Claire?” came my name, paired with a worried feminine tone, before I had time to address Gina’s strange statement. My mother walked in and halted, her eyes growing big. “Oh…”
“Oh, hi, Mom,” I greeted, smiling. “We’re having a meeting.” Whenever all the other fae decided to arrive.
What time are they all coming, again?I asked Exos.
They’re all arriving right now,he replied.
My eyes widened.Oh, I’m not ready yet!
You’re fine,he replied.Just talk to your mom.
How do you know my mom is here?
No response.
“What is it, Ophelia?” Mortus asked as he entered after my mother, causing me to frown.
Why is Mortus here?
