Chapter 63
Elowen POV
Sunday, Midday
I woke up feeling like I’d been hit by a semi, reborn, then hit again just for good measure. Apparently, love, magic, and international vampire ambushes do a number on a girl’s joints. Who knew?
Ash was sprawled across half the damn bed like a smug jungle cat, his hair in his face, blanket kicked off. Daxon had me pinned to the mattress like I might float away if he didn’t cling to me with his entire tree trunk of a thigh. And Lachlan? That beautiful Highlander bastard was somehow still upright in bed, sipping tea and reading a spellbook like it was a lazy Sunday in a romance novel.
“Are you fucking real?” I groaned, dragging myself upright.
He winked over the rim of his cup. “Ye‘ askin‘ now, after I made ye see stars last night?”
Daxon muttered something about show offs in his sleep. I kicked him. Gently.
We finally rolled out of bed around lunchtime, realizing we’d slept through breakfast like a bunch of pampered brats. When we reached the dining hall, Taya, Rylen, and Jace were already there, digging into giant plates of food like they’d been starving for a week.
Taya gave me the same look I was giving her.
“Damn,” we both said at the same time.
Her skin was glowing, her eyes soft, and her smug little grin told me she’d had one hell of a night. We giggled like feral girls and dragged our mates to the buffet line.
After piling my plate so high I was basically making a carbohydrate tower, I made my way over to Luna Aelira, who was holding court at the end of the table with a scroll in one hand and a steaming cup of something herbal in the other.
“Hey Luna,” I said with a sweet smile. “Anything you want Taya and me to help with today? We’ve got energy to spare.”
She waved a hand like I was being silly. “We have staff for that, love. This is your last rest day before shit gets wild. Enjoy it.”
Well, damn. I tried. So we ate. I had three kinds of bread and at least two cinnamon rolls. Taya nearly stabbed Jace when he tried to steal one of hers. The usual.
When lunch wrapped up, Daxon stood, stretched like the massive man child he is, and announced, “If I don’t hit something in the next ten minutes, I’m gonna combust.”
“Training grounds?” Ash offered, already cracking his knuckles.
“Yes,” I said, grabbing the hem of my shirt and yanking it off as I walked. “Let’s go fuck each other up.”
Taya whooped beside me. “Finally.”
The training field was packed. Apparently, everyone had the same idea. Warriors were sparring shirtless, dripping in sweat. Magic users. had set up a dueling ring on the far side. I saw at least one guy on fire, not screaming, though, so that was fine.
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Chapter 63
Lyssira purred in my mind. “Yesss. Our people. Chaos and controlled violence. Let’s ruin some egos, my love.”
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I stepped into the dirt ring, my toes curling against the warm earth. Across from me stood Daxon, smirking like he didn’t need to stretch.
“Tap outs?” he asked.
I nodded. “Unless you’re scared.”
“Oh sweetheart, I was born to terrify.”
We circled. TThen we clashed.
One after another, we all took turns, me, Taya, Jace, Dax, Rylen, Ash, even Lachlan (who fought dirty in the most elegant way possible, the bastard). My muscles burned, my hair was wild, and my magic was humming under my skin by the time I landed flat on my back, laughing breathlessly up at the clouds.
“I needed this,” I muttered, stretching my arms out. “This was better than therapy.”
Ash offered me a hand and pulled me up with ease. “That’s because violence is therapy for you.”
“No notes,” I said, dusting myself off.
We spent the rest of the afternoon sparring, flirting, trash talking, and teaching the newbies who had gathered to watch us how to not get their asses kicked when shit hit the fan.
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