Page 88 of Jay's Silence
“He had his mouth two inches from mine,” Rehan admitted.
I cocked my head to the side in surprise.
“How was it? A blow job from another guy,” Rehan asked.
Heat rose to my face. “Forceful, efficient.” My dick twitched. “I guess having a dick helps you know what you want.”
Rehan nodded and sighed. “We’ve lost Jay for today.”
We both paused, knowing Jay would have loved the rhyme.
“We’ve got a few hours before our ride into town,” Rehan continued. “Let’s see what those old air priestesses taught you about fighting.”
“That’s it?” I asked.
Rehan rubbed his shoulder. “I’m not sucking your dick or anyone else's, but we’re a group of five. There will be shite to figure out, as Tyson would say.”
A weight lifted off my shoulders, and a new resolve straightened my shoulders. This afternoon, Og and I would talk, and the four of us would come together to make sure Jay understood she was the center of our world.
After having my ass handed to me by Rehan in the name of training and a short car ride into the walled capital of Malta, I found myself mentally prepared for my long overdue chat.
“I’ll handle the phones,” Rehan stated after Cikku dropped us off.
Tyson threw his hands in the air. “Feck that, Grandpa. Your house barely had WIFI. I’ll handle the phones.”
Rehan narrowed his eyes. “We don’t need fancy gadgets. Just tools to get the job done. We’ve already fried two sets.”
“Are you saying that’s my fault?” Tyson stepped toward Rehan.
Rehan clenched his fists. “I can be.”
Og slid between fire and water and pushed Rehan in the opposite direction. “Rehan, I need some help with, um, rations. Yeah, rations. I’ve never shopped for myself, and we keep getting stranded. What doesn’t need to be cooked or chilled?”
“You better get out of here, fecking Guppy,” Tyson said as Rehan turned his attention to Og.
Og gave me a desperate smile, jerking his chin toward Tyson. I could feel my head shaking as all my mental preparation for our conversation went up in a puff of water and fire dragon drama. Og pulled Rehan down a side ally and out of sight.
Tyson grabbed my shoulder, spun me in the opposite direction, and marched me down the narrow Baroque streets of Valletta, Malta’s capital city. I stumbled, almost in shock from the sudden turn of events.
“If you turn another fecking shade of disappointment, Lux, I’ll take it personally, shift into a dragon, and level this fecking shit hole,” Tyson growled.
I rubbed my eyes before focusing on Tyson. Although he walked ahead of me, his shoulders weren't as rigid as I was used to. It took me a few more steps to realize the arrogant fire prince was honestly feeling insecure.
“I just really needed to talk to Og.” I lifted my chest and matched his stride. “It has nothing to do with you.”
“Is it because his dick is bigger than mine?” Tyson asked. “Are you going to have a threesome with him, too, and leave me out?”
My brain switched gears really fast. “What?”
Tyson only growled before changing the topic.
I knew the fire prince was chatty. If no one would talk to him, he defaulted to pissing off Rehan so the water dragon would fight with him. But our afternoon was like walking next to an endless waterfall. As we shopped for the basics, including multiple sets of clothing we were happy to shred if we shifted into our dragon forms, the fire prince filled me in on everything I’d missed. From The Hunt and Rehan’s cheating to the problem he now saw as being in urgent need of fixing.
As the afternoon eased into the evening, we found ourselves in a high-end suit shop. Tyson came out of the changing room in a dark blue ensemble.
“I liked the black better, though the brown really works with your dark red hair,” I said, watching the fire dragon pose in front of the trifold mirror.
“I didn’t realize how blue this would look,” Tyson admitted. “Do you want to try it on?”