Page 178 of Gift from the Wing

“Ready.”

The five of us transport to where Trex and Codi have been placed in a Nexus house at the palace compound. With the lessening side effects of his mark, they asked if they could leave the healing wing, and Tillman allowed it under the condition that at any sign of trouble with Trex’s mind, he’d return immediately and not try to brush it off.

As soon as we step out in front of their house, we find the two of them already outside, fucking off with their elements.

“Well, this is either a lovely or fucking awful surprise. Which is it today?” the mind reader asks sarcastically.

“Hopefully lovely. Caspian’s found a way for us to reach Dec. We need you to come with us so he can explain what needs to be done.”

Both drop their smirks and elements, no questions asked, and step up to us.

“Wish every time I told someone to do something, they just did it.”

“He’s talking about you, little wanderer.”

“I do what I’m told. All the time,”she argues in faux outrage.

“Okay, Primary.”

“I can think of a couple times I’ve done exactly what I’ve been told to do, with no complaint from anyone.”

She accompanies that little snark with broadcasting an image of her on her knees in front of all of us. I hang my head, holding in my grunt as the others mutter a fuck through our minds.

Naughty little Primary.

Fuck, I love it.

Clearing his throat, Corentin’s the first to compose himself, of course, and he addresses the confusion on Codi’s and Trex’s faces. “We’re heading to the mansion. Caspian’s going to explain everything there,” he says, holding his arm out for them to take so we can transportout.

Moving through the fabric of Elementra gives me enough time to get myself back in check and I mentally remind myself to get payback on the Primary when this experiment is said and done. I believe I’m going to recruit the dragon’s help. He’s whispered in my mind all the things he wants to do as a group to her, and some of the ideas really walk the line of torture and pleasure.

We’ll see.

When we step out into the back lawn, we’re the first to arrive, but that only lasts long enough for us to pull the patio chairs out before Oakly and her Nexus are popping in.

“Gaster’s not here yet?” Oakly asks.

Willow turns in the direction of his cottage and shakes her head. “No. He’s still there gathering what he needs.”

“Look at you just casually tracking someone,” she cheers, shooting Willow a huge smile.

“Figured the more I do it, the easier it’ll be. And apparently, I’ll be napping during our lesson today.”

Turning to me, I nod, letting her know that’s more than likely true. I’m not completely sure the extent of how long she’ll need to stay asleep for this to work, but that’s what the sleeper is here for.

It isn’t much longer and thecoming in for a landingwarning roar sounds above our heads.

Keeper slides down the side of Tanith’s wing, and she gives him a little flick, sending him flying feet in the air. He just chuckles, gracefully landing on his feet and stepping in stride toward us.

“She’s a mischievous thing.”

We all turn to face Gaster, who, like a damn ghost, just pops in at the end of the table silently with a tray of ingredients in his hands. Tillman and Willow share a look that we all catch before bursting out laughing, leaving us all staring at them in confusion.

“What’s funny?” Draken asks.

“Nothing. Cas, take it away,” the Primary says, wiping the tears from her eyes.

I narrow mine on them but let it go for now.

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