Two weeks after the Fae showed up and we still hadn't made a decision about their alliance offer, mostly because every option seemed terrible and also we'd been distracted by the novel concept of not actively dying.
Turned out when you weren't fighting demons or breaking bindings or temporarily dying, life could be almost—normal. Which was weird and unsettling and also kind of nice?
Like this morning I'd woken up in a bed with all four mates tangled around me and nobody was bleeding or corrupted or making life-or-death decisions, we were just—there. Existing together.
Novel concept.
"You're thinking too loud." Kael's voice was rough with sleep. "I can feel you catastrophizing through the bond."
"I'm not catastrophizing." The lie was transparent. "I'm just—processing. There's a difference."
"Is there?" But his arm tightened around me and I pressed closer because apparently my body had decided proximity to mates was required for basic functioning.
