“I don’t know if I ever have, but there is a first time for everything and you seem to be the one the Moon Goddess chose for firsts.” Cameron says with a smile. “I’ve also never heard of mates like this, two brothers and a bonus mate.” “I’m actually still trying to figure out why I’m here, trust me
His words are meant to be pacifying, to help me calm down so I can focus. But the idea that my magic has changed sounds terrible. Especially when I just started to get a hang of the things I have been practicing. The magic I have been doing over the last few weeks has been all vicarious through E
I lean into the comfort of Cam’s arms and lace the fingers of my right hand with his. Where Oliver has always seen me and been able to read me, Cam has always been constant. He’s a steady and calm leader moving forward but bringing everyone along with him. Then it hits me, literally hits me in the
We try for what seems like forever to get our elements to work. The positive side is that the twins now no longer need help to manipulate theirs. The downside is we have no idea what to do with them or what else we are missing, and the tornado still isn’t coming down. We have all tried firing at
I stand there alternating playing with all of their hair as they all relax into me. It’s funny, even with all of their weight, I don’t feel unstable, my muscles aren’t fatiguing at all and their dead weight is not light at all. How do I help them see through this illusion? Oliver won’t be a probl
Dakota goes to move but I stop him again. “Wait, we don’t know what happened. We can’t just blindly walk around. There could be traps or guards that aren’t friendly if things didn’t go our way.” “What are you thinking, Tiny?” “It’s obviously been long enough that there isn’t someone standing wat
“We didn’t move. Or at least I don’t think we moved.” Cam says sitting down on a long bench and pullin me onto his lap. I will probably never sit in my own chair ever again. “Yeah, nothing changed for us, we were just trapped in the funnel.” Dakota adds sitting next to us. “We had a few things to
We head inside and I move towards the stairs and an arm wraps around my waist. “Where do you think you’re going?” Dakota growls in my ear. “Upstairs.” I point over my shoulder. “Not that way, Smalls. This way.” He throws me over his shoulder and walks to the back of the staircase and we meet up w