Page 2 of Boss Level

“I just healed you, Moon,” Lust grumbles as he kneels beside me. I’m still on the porch, so I must not have been unconscious for long. I reach my hand out, so Lust can help me sit up. It’s weird how easily I can trust him, and yet still be so fucking pissed at him.

As I look into his eyes, I can’t feel any true anger, though. Mostly just fear. I was so scared I’d lost him forever.

“Thanks,” I murmur, reaching up to rub at my temples once more. “What happened?”

“I’m going back inside. I need food,” Love huffs, before stomping away. She’s a peach. How the fuck magic managed to clone me and make her so very much unlike me, I’ll never know.

“You glowed purple and passed out,” Lust states with a huff, and Grams steps around the herd of men that were surrounding me. I have my own herd. A small army. A squad… I wonder if they would wear matching jerseys… I feel like this was a missed opportunity in the Games.

“Your full power has manifested, now that you’ve found all your Heart Bonded,” Grams says.“Your mother and I were discussing such things before we were rather rudely interrupted.” Grams gives Lust a pointed side eye, and he cringes.

“Sorry,” the Phoenix murmurs, looking dejected as he hangs his head.

“Umhum.” Grams knows Lust wasn’t in control. All things considered, I think she’s going easy on him. On Love too, actually. “Anyway. Your last Heart Bond must have been Lust.”

“Oh shit. When she said I had to mate everyone, I thought my mom meant I had to have sex with all of you,” I gasp, and then grin sheepishly at Grams. “Sorry, TMI.”

“I’m old, Moon, not a nun. I’ve heard worse. Hell, I’ve done worse.” She wiggles her brows at me, and I make a disgusted face. Worse than sleeping with eleven men all at once? Ew.

“I love you, but ew,” I respond with a gag, making her cackle.

“Help her get inside,” Grams orders, waving toward me. As one, all my men move in to help me up. When Kili and Tristan bump heads, the former pulls a knife on the latter. My ever-chaotic lover.

“Woah, calm down captain crazy pants,” Tristan chuckles, as he dodges three attempts to slit his throat. Thank fuck my Elven prince—ex-prince?—is fast.

“Kili,” I sigh, looking to Crow for help. “My head hurts far too much for in-harem attempted murder, guys.”

“He’s not been body snatched, brother,” Crow grumbles, clearly over his sibling’s nonsense, and Warrior steps up.

“Why do you always think someone has been body snatched? Why do you think it would be so easy for one of us to be replaced when we are always together? Always surrounded by so much magic. Would it not be impossible?” Warrior asks, tilting his head like a curious puppy. Kili seems to really consider this for a moment, before sheathing his knife.

“Valid point brother,” Kili agrees, patting his newly discovered brother on the back, and Crow’s jaw drops.

“Seriously? What the absolute fuck? For years, Kili, years, I have been trying to say the same fucking thing!” Crow gripes while whipping his blond head around to glare at his brother, to which Kili shrugs one shoulder. “He’s been in our lives for eight minutes, and you already believe him? The fuck…”

“His argument was more compelling. You said you could not be body-snatched… You never said you could not be body-snatched without myself or others noticing.” Kili holds a hand out to me, and I take it. “Who are you?” he growls low, but I don’t see the old familiar look of crazy in his eyes. He just wants to hear me say it.

“I am yours, Kili,” I tell him, before pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

“Damn right, you are, Mistress.”

“If he weren’t my brother, I’d kick his ass,” Crow grumbles, as he walks ahead of me into the house with Silas and Tristan. Warrior follows them, grumbling something about his question being serious.

“Good thing he is then, huh?” I ask, and he tilts his head from side to side as he turns back to address my reasoning. The curious glint of his golden eyes flashes as he works through the argument.

“I suppose,” Crow continues as I let Kili lead me inside. I don’t bother to complain when he manhandles me all the way to the couch.Taking a seat, I look up at my Elven Champion. “Are you okay, Pixie?” Crow asks as he crouches in front of me.

“My head hurts, but I’m fine. I think.” I try for a reassuring smile, but it comes out as more of a grimace. The throbbing sensation behind my eyes is killing me, but these men aren’t really helping with that.

“You feel quite powerful,” he says, looking over my body.

“So powerful,” Cato growls, and I look up, chuckling. He looks ready to lick me. His eyes glow, as they flash reptilian and back again. As I watch him, he lifts a brow, as if challenging me to say something about the way he’s looking at me. I simply smile.

“Oh, gross.” Love makes a hacking sound, and I turn to look at my clone. It’s so bizarre seeing my face on someone else's body.

“Get used to it. There’s eleven of them, it’s only going to get worse,” I say, before turning to Warrior. “How's your head?” I ask, and Warrior smiles softly.

“Still good, Goddess. You destroyed my tormentor. A fact I will forever be grateful for.” Warrior tips his chin down, before leaning over to kiss my cheek. “Her voice is nothing more than a whisper in my memory now.”

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