Page 38 of My Salvation
“I am being nice, Zoe. I haven’t at all said this looks like a knitting circle,” Brie said, shaking her head.
“Wanna do keg stands?” Meryn offered.
“Meryn, you can barely stand upright these days, much less upside down, and you can’t have alcohol,” Amelia pointed out.
“Heifer,” Meryn grumbled.
Brie stuck her hand out. “Brie Wilson now Lionhart, Ari is mine, he’s…” she looked around. “Talking to Aiden,” she pointed.
“You already know I own Aiden,” Meryn said, grinning.
“Kendrick is the one on the other side of Aiden. He definitely belongs to me,” Anne said smugly.
“Oron, the tall fae with the warm dark blond hair is mine,” Izzy said, pointing to the other side of the room. “He’s with his brother Darian who is Amelia’s mate.”
Meryn eyed the tall fae. “How’s his hand?”
Izzy smiled, looking tired. “We got to him in time. Thane was able to set the bones before they began to knit incorrectly. There was no lasting damage.”
“Thank the gods for that,” Anne said, looking relieved.
Cas turned to Izzy. “Would it be insensitive of me to ask what happened?”
Izzy looked down to the floor. “The enemy made a comment that Oron helped them find a way to Éire Danu. He punched the wall and obliterated his hand.” When she looked up, her eyes were shiny. “He’s an amazing artist. We were all afraid he’d lose the ability to hold a pencil.”
Cas looked over to the fae in question. For all he was smiling and laughing with the others, emerald green swirled around his heart. Turning her head, she noticed that her own mate also had a constant blue smudge in his aura that had yet to dissipate. It was something she observed when they met and honestly thought it would have gone away after finding her.
Her eyes darted back to the fae, before she turned to Izzy. “You need to call him on his bullshit. His aura is covered with guilt,” she said, then sipped her beer.
Izzy’s eyes narrowed as she eyed her own mate. “I’ll torture him later in bed.”
Brie laughed and clinked bottles with Izzy.
“Gage is the dark-haired one with Kincaid. He’s mine,” Zoe said, waving to her as a form of greeting. “I don’t think he feels guilty or anything.”
Cas looked at the man and shook her head. “He’s at peace.”
Zoe nodded, looking proud.
Cas shook her head. “There’s so many names.”
“This is just one city. Try memorizing like two others,” Meryn said groaning. “I need a spreadsheet to keep everyone straight.”
Cas looked out at all the men and sighed. “I was kinda expecting more machismo or something.” She scrunched up her nose. “Does that make me sexist?”
Meryn thought about it. “Maybe or just horny.”
Amelia sprayed out the juice she had just sipped. “Meryn!”
Cas eyed the smaller woman. “Roll with me?”
Meryn’s eyes brightened. “Ride or die.”
Cas held up her fist, and both Meryn and Izzy bumped it.
“Were we supposed to touch hands?” Zoe asked, looking at her fist.
“Sure.” Meryn held out her hand to Zoe, who bopped it.