Page 27 of Jabba's Journey

“I had another nightmare,” I murmur. “This one was different though, because even though I don’t remember all of it, this time, there was a voice that said, ‘If one falls, they all do’ only I don’t know what that means, Jabba.” And the fact that I’ve been chosen as their voice and can’t remember their words verbatim after opening my eyes, doesn’t bode well for us.

“Me either, Nymph. Let’s take a shower and put some clean sheets on the bed then try and get some more sleep. Tomorrow’s soon enough to see if Harmony and Karsyn had dreams again as well.” I hope that if they were dragged into that gloomy lair like me, and hear the same supernatural being as I did, that they got more direction than I did from the divine trickster.

“You’re right,” I reply, not wanting to let on that this merits a wakeup call in my opinion. Especially since it’s still lingering in my mind and I’m afraid that if we don’t start figuring this out right away, somebody will pay the price for our delayed reaction.

However, I have been known to jump the gun and let my anxiety overrule my common sense. The more I think about it, the more I recognize the fact that there aren’t enough clues to do anything about this newest puzzle tonight. Now that I’ve acknowledged that fact, I can let it rest until the morning. “Let’s change the sheets first so after our shower we can just collapse back into bed.”

“A nymph after my own heart,” he teases.

“Absolutely.”

Chapter Fifteen

Jabba

It’s beena few weeks since the first nightmare hit, but all three women are now having them somewhat regularly. Each morning, they share with us and each other what they were either shown or told. Sometimes, they remember what they dreamt in vivid detail, while others, they don’t recall more than being drawn into this ‘dream state’ as they refer to it as being. Still, any time there’s a message of sorts, I’ve been jotting it down so we can compare and look for a commonality. Anything that’ll help us get one step further than where we’re at currently.

Cyrus has been quite surly, as is to be expected, especially since he announced that he and Harmony are expecting. I know if Electra was carrying my pup, I’d be an utter and complete asshole considering the dangers surrounding us. As it is, Harmony is constantly having to tell him she’s more than capable of protecting herself, because he’d be content to wrap her in bubble wrap until she delivers.

Yeah, I don’t see that happening at all.

I’ve seen more eye rolls and have heard more growls since the announcement was made. Cyrus isn’t the only one of the brothers feeling protective of her. None of us let her lift anything heavier than a milk jug and even that’s questionable. We've been kicked out of the kitchen on more than one occasion when she’s lifted a pot of water to strain in the sink. Corbin made the mistake of suggesting to Cyrus that he find the book about expecting mothers and what they should avoid to keep both them and the pup growing in her belly safe.

The things it says she can’t do are astronomical. And the fact that the doctor who wrote the book recommended that she avoid certain foods, has us all checking over the grocery lists she makes and comparing it to the reference page. When we mark through things it says to avoid, she uses words that make me want to cup the pups’ ears. If Jazzy shouldn’t be hearing those swear words, neither should the one in her belly.

Unlike the other men in the club, I’m not willing to take any chances by voicing my concerns out loud. She’s taken dessert and some of our favorite foods off the menu, and so far, I’m the only one who hasn’t gotten on her bad side, and I intend to keep it that way. I whisper things in Cyrus’s ear and let him do my dirty work for me. I may not be the smartest wolf on the block, but I’m not the dumbest either.

I’m sitting back with Electra on my lap as Cyrus dodges from the latest thing she’s thrown in the kitchen. Since all I hear is metal clattering on the floor and there’s no growl, I sense she missed him once again. Even that pisses her off to the extreme. I’m not sure any of us will remain unscathed by the time she delivers their child.

“Get out! Getoutgetoutgetout!” Harmony yells. “I can’t take this anymore, Cyrus. If I want to make myself a tuna fish sandwich, I’m gonna. Electra!”

“Yeah,” my woman answers from the perch on my lap.

“Find that damn book! We’re gonna burn it in the pits,” Harmony directs.

“You’re not burning that book!” Cyrus roars. “And you’re not eating tuna fish, dammit! The book says it could contain mercury and it’s bad for you… both of you.”

“Alimited amountis perfectly fine, Cyrus. I sent a message to my doctor through the portal to ask her some of these asinine questions that have y’all driving me positivelyinsane!If you keep this up, I’m calling my mother.”

I snicker when I hear Cyrus growl. Harmony’s mom is actually pretty awesome and has settled in Redwich to be closer to Harmony and of course, Jazzy, but no man wants his mother-in-law all up in his face.

“Harmony?” Electra calls out.

“Hmm?” Her tone is deceptively sweet, and I watch in absolute horror as my mate throwsallof us under the bus.

“You realize that Cyrus got every single one of the brothers a copy of that book, right? He wanted to make sure they knew what to look out for,” Electra says, a smirk on her face.

“Nymph, you’re gonna pay for that,”I growl through our bond.

“Looking forward to it,”she teases.

“Electra, we’re on a mission to find all the copies,” Harmony states, stalking through to the common room from the kitchen. “Then, we’ll start a roaring bonfire.”

“Mama, can we have s’mores?” Jazzy asks, forcing me to choke back laughter.

“Absofreakinglutely,” Harmony decrees glaring at Cyrus.

The fucker doesn’t even look remotely chastised. Doesn’t he realize that there’s another saying about happy mate, happy fate?

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