Page 260 of Seer Prophet

Revik thought if the gap wasn’t too long, theymightreunite.

If they didn’t, Feigran might only die anyway, if he lost too much of himself.

Truthfully, it was all one giant gamble of maybes and what ifs.

Now I bobbed in the weirdly warm but very salty water of the Persian Gulf?or maybe, technically, the Arabian Gulf or the Gulf of Oman, I wasn’t sure?and watched Revik where he bobbed next to me in his form-fitting wet suit. We both wore oxygen tanks on our backs and I followed his hands as he fitted organic goggles over his eyes before he picked up the regulator on his tank and blew on it.

“You ready?” he said.

“No,” I said.

He laughed, then leaned closer, kissing me with wet, salty lips.

Liar,he sent fondly, blowing heat in my general direction.You’re worse than me.

Feeling the adrenaline coursing through my limbs, I realized that most of that wasn’t fear. It was anticipation. Hell, it was almost impatience.

Damn him.

Revik chuckled, right before he fit the regulator into his mouth, arranging the goggles a last time once he had it in place. Inclining his head for me to follow him, I felt another pulse of heat off him, that one holding more than just affection.

Hurry up,he sent.You’re turning me on.

Rolling my eyes, I did as he said, pulling on my own goggles and flicking on the organics. I winced at the spark of current, although I’d been assured repeatedly they wouldn’t electrocute my head.

“Boys and their toys,” I muttered softly.

“What?” Revik said, still treading water in front of me.

Not answering, I glanced up, and saw Jon looking down at me, his face set in a worried-looking grimace.

“Don’t do anything stupid,” he blurted. “Please. Or is that a futile request?”

Realizing how little time I’d had with Jon since he and Wreg came out of hibernation, I felt a sudden stab of missing him, and a burst of guilt about hurting him with the telekinesis in the mess hall. I resolved to fix the first one, at least, once we got back.

Maybe we could all go on a mini-vacation or something.

Him, Wreg, me, Revik, Lily.

At Jon’s snort, I blew warmth at him.

“Avoid stupid,” I said. “Check.”

He rolled his eyes. “Don’t humor me.”

“Just don’t let your husband shoot at us and we’ll be fine,” I told him, grinning.

I saw him flinch from the second pulse of emotion I sent, right before his eyes softened. That worried look didn’t leave his expression, however.

“No promises,” he said, gruff. “And hey, I mean it, Al. No reckless bullshit, okay? You’re a mother now. You can’t get away with that crap anymore. So listen to Revik. For once.”

“I will,” I told him, right before I fit my own regulator into my mouth.

Next to me, Revik gave an openly disbelieving snort.

Wreg apparently agreed with him. “No you won’t,” the muscular seer muttered.

Looking at Wreg, I was surprised to see worry in his eyes, too, along with more emotion than I was used to from the ex-Rebel. When I glanced back at Jon, his frown deepened. I could tell just by looking at him that he didn’t believe me any more than Revik or Wreg.

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