Page 43 of Jay's Silence

I leaned further into Rehan, who sat propped up against the headboard, still trembling slightly from his ordeal with the Ley Lines, and pressed the room’s phone to my ear. My confused but confident accountant gave me a quick rundown.

No one had contacted him or tried to breach my assets, which told me Scalehive really thought I was Betty. Whoever did this knew my accountant would follow up with a very well-funded supernatural investigation, so they left my stuff alone. My accountant reminded me he would’ve known I was missing if we had a check-in system in place. Which I assured him we’d createdespite both of us knowing it would never happen. Finally, he promised me cash and a working bank card would be available first thing tomorrow morning. My gaze slid to Lux, huddled under the blankets of the second bed as if the Irish summer was zero degrees out.

I mean, he is a lizard, and seventy degrees is cold for the tropics.

We would need IDs and apparently warmer clothing.

Unless we don’t need IDs. If I had my magic, we could literally get out of anything and wouldn’t need to rely on human transportation.

I snapped my fingers, making them spark with Lux’s power. We had privacy and time in this hotel room. I just needed to get through to Og. I rubbed my cheek against Rehan’s shoulder, and he moved his arm, pulling me into his muscly embrace.

He gets it. He gets you. You’re gonna miss this so much.

“Is there anything else I can do for you, Jaiyana?” my accountant’s too-smooth voice asked, making me drop the phone I’d forgotten I still held.

I retrieved the phone and steeled my heart. “Send a large donation to The Alliance and make sure I buy your next suit.”

“Very well,” my accountant responded. “I’ll be at hand if you find your situation changing.”

I didn’t bother with pleasantries; just hung up the phone. The shower turned off in the room behind me. The propped-open adjoining door easily let sound travel. Ogden slid into my view, wearing a massive sweater over jeans, which were a little too short for him. I didn’t think I would, but I badly missed the low ‘v’ hinting at his chest muscles and inked skin.

Between my melancholy and the sudden lack of hot, mostly naked men, I struggled to get in the mood for what we finally had time to do.

There's no reason to get in the mood. You can’t have an orgy now.

What? Why?

Have you felt eyes on you, seen a demon, or even had a feeling of lost memories since you left the island?

…I have not.

Shit.

I jerked, startling Rehan, who pulled me close, scanning the room for danger.

“It’s fine.” I wiggled free and ran my fingers through my wet hair. A few drips ran down my Guinness flannel to drip onto a pair of cream leggings. The room came with essential clothing outfitting us like tourists who lost their luggage. Honestly, it was close enough and a great cover story.

However, what I’d realized was not great. Not great at all. I took another breath. For the last six weeks, give or take a few days, all I’d done was try and get four dragon shifters to fuck me at the same time. And now they couldn’t.

Instead of dealing with what I knew would not go over well, I squeezed Rehan’s knee and focused on his newest experience. “I know it brought back childhood fears, but the mental strength it takes to exit a portal early is incredible.” I traced the seam of his jeans inside his thigh. “The silver ball must have been Newgrange itself, and you literally harnessed the raw energy of the planet. With a bit of training, you could travel the Ley Lines without needing a portal.”

Rehan reached down, putting his hand over mine to stop it. “Like you can?”

I inclined my head. “Yeah. Only my first time wasn’t an accident. I knew where I wanted to go and bent magic to my will.”

“How old were you?” Rehan rubbed his thumb across mine.

“Sixteen, I think.” I shrugged. “Young and hot-headed still.”

Tyson stepped into the room, shirtless, with his arms crossed over his damp pecs. He took one look at Rehan and me, alone on the bed, and stepped forward. “Iguana. Share.”

“Iguanas aren’t even fish,” Rehan stated, not moving from his spot, taking up most of the bed. To my surprise, Tyson flipped on the TV. A documentary followed an iguana swimming through the ocean next to a cruise ship.

Rehan laughed and pushed himself to a seated position, pulling me between his legs while making room for Tyson to not have me between his. Tyson scowled but boxed me into his rival while Og sat down and stole a layer of Lux’s blankets.

“We need to talk,” Og said.

“We do.” I wiggled out from between Rehan and Tyson and found my own space, leaning next to the flickering TV.