Page 132 of Last Gift: Supernatural Battle

Maybe I’d drawn the magus mating ritual equivalent.

The rune low on my stomach was a tier of flowers. The rune over the pulse on my neck was a flower with vines. The new rune that ran across my forehead was a tiara of flowers and vines.

A tiara did give a certain queen vibe.

“Arrogant,” Huxley stated—the first to break the stunned silence.

He was one to talk. It wasn’t like I’d chosen the damn rune or appointed myself as magus queen. Huxley would’ve placed a crown on his head after the first step in this ritual. In fact, he probably had a crown that he used in his room.

“Feel free to take a look at Wild’s new rune,” I muttered.

Wild didn’t get a man tiara. No, the Mother decided to give him something more subtle that his tunic almost covered. His rune was much bigger than mine, a huge and intricate piece of joining symbols and swirls that spanned his chest and dipped into a point that ended beneath his ribs. The pattern glowed with a combination of the colors of our magics whenever I touched him.

“It’s covered with pendants,” Sven said, not budging his gaze from my forehead.

Wild hummed. “Good point.”

He reached up and took the strands of his pendants in one handful before lifting them overhead. Wild pulled out the sentry and advisor pendants and wrapped one around each of his wrists.

My eyes widened. “Wild, what are you doing?”

“It’s more important that everyone sees who I’m tied to,” he answered. “Yours is out for all to see, and I like that.”

I had to admit that I liked seeing more of his symbol. “Maybe you could walk around without a tunic too?”

His lips curved. “If you command it.”

Tempting… except then everyone else could look at his hot bod. Maybe I’d settle for seeing half the rune while outside of our private quarters.

“What about your foundation pendants?” Corey asked him.

Wild lifted a shoulder. “Maybe I’ll summon them for use as females do with their minerals.”

Rooke leaned across the bench. “So that’s you guys done and mated.”

I smiled at Wild and took his hand. “Yes. We’re mates now.”

“Gains?” Huxley demanded. His notebook appeared, and he thumbed through the pages to the end. He could’ve just opened it from the back to save time, but whatever. Maybe he liked riffling like that. Book dork.

Should we tell them about the last gift? I thought at Wild.

He glanced at me, and I received his answer loud and clear. We could fuck with them first.

“You’re speaking to him,” Rooke gasped. “In your head.”

“Nothing you guys can’t do, right?” I said to the table.

The four males chuckled.

Sven said, “Not telepathy.”

“You guys can send thoughts.” They’d done it plenty of times in my company.

“We have a charm on our vision that only the four of us can see. We send projections of symbols—a rudimentary language we formed two years ago. Because only we can read the symbols that arrive, it appears that we’re using telepathy.”

Ohh, that made so much sense. The magic required to grant a four-way telepathy really would demand impossible levels of power. Their solution was as ingenious as I’d come to expect from these four magus.

“Your charm is based in Belladona,” Rooke said.

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