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“Should we give her some space?” Odas asks, and a chorus of no fills the room, making Grams snort when she walks back in.

“Stay here tonight. Recover. I will go to my coven and request their help in saving your mother. We will leave for the Fae Realm in the morning when I return.” Grams adjusts the bag on her shoulder and kisses my cheek.

“I’m sleeping outside,” Love announces, scrunching up her nose as she makes a funky face, and I frown.

“You don't need to do that. There’s plenty of room here,” I offer, but she simply scoffs at me.

“Nope. Even if I wasn’t more comfortable under the stars, there's no way I’m sticking around for the fuck fest that's about to go down.” Love throws her hand up, grabs a pillow off the couch, and marches out the front door.

“She’s fun,” Tristan chuckles, and I nod.

“I like her,” I decide. She’s feisty and hardened. If she was raised by the Fae Queen as a pawn, then it’s a miracle she’s filled with anything but pain and malice. She loves someone. Someone important enough to her that she’s willing to risk her own life to save them.

“You can sleep next to me if you want,” Daire offers Warrior, who blushes slightly. Their closeness fills a hole in my heart that I didn’t know was even there. I have eleven mates, but Daire only has me…If he divides his attention between me and Warrior, I know neither of them will feel neglected.

“We should probably get beds together for the night,” I say, but before I can get up, the guys around me jump into action. “Leave Gram’s room untouched!” I shout, chuckling. I have my own room here, but my childhood bed would maybe fit one of my mates with me.

The large blue couch that sits in the living room is not enough to fit the sprawl of these men, but we’ll be able to make a nest on the floor in front of it. An image of what all those naked limbs would look like surrounding me dances through my head as I wait.

It doesn’t take long for the guys to get the room situated, with pillows and a bunch of blankets spread across the rug. I take the pillow and blanket that Silas offers me and lower myself to the floor. Or, I try to. A chorus of growls stops me halfway.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Arlo scolds, and I lift a brow as I stare him down. The heat in his magenta eyes almost distracts me from responding.

“Getting ready to sleep?” I offer, holding my blanket up as proof of my intention, but Arlo doesn’t even respond. Lust swoops me up off the ground, and settles me back on the couch.

“You sleep here,” he commands, and I shake my head. I try to push my way up, but he shoves me down until my head hits the pillow, and then uses the blanket to tuck me in tight. I let him fuss over me like he’s a mother hen, fighting him off would probably just result in chaos.

“I’m so much smaller than all of you! One of you should take the couch!” I complain, but all of them make different sounds of disapproval. Cato goes so far as to glare at me like the rabid dragon he is. I look to Odas for help, but he gives me a face that just screams, ‘You’re on your own against the dragon, babe.’

“Moonlight, don’t argue,” Cato grumbles, as he curls up in the corner. Crow nods his agreement.

“It’s not fair…” I pout, and the rest of them snort.

“No one cares. Now go to sleep,” Tristan snaps, sounding ready to battle this one out.

“There’s room for one of you up here,” I add, but none of them even respond. “One of you could cuddle your mate at the least…” I huff, but again, I get no response. “What about you, Kili?” I aim for the weakest link, but either he’s suddenly a pro at ignoring me, or he’s already asleep.

“Moon,” Lust warns, and I let out an annoyed sigh.

“What if I say I’m lonely?” I ask innocently. This at least gets a few of them to groan.

“We’re not trying to punish you, Pixie. The couch isn’t big enough for your eleven mates. It wouldn’t be fair for just one of us to cuddle you.” Crow defends them, but I grumble.

“You could take turns…” I suggest.

“Go to sleep, Moon, before one of us bends you over our knee,” Fen threatens, and I can’t help but think of the time Lust used a similar threat.

Rolling over, I face the couch, and tug the blanket up over my shoulder. I close my eyes and try to fall asleep reluctantly.

Chapter 2

Moon

I’m not sure how much time has passed, but I can’t seem to drift off.

At least three of my men are snoring. It’s a sound I think I could get used to. I hated being an only child growing up.

Rolling over, I look at the faces of the eleven men sleeping on the floor in my Gram’s living room. Would they be good fathers? Do they want kids? Besides, Cato, of course.

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