Page 94 of Captivating Magic

“Nope. Blueberry is my favorite.”

“He knows because I told him that,” Lo said, appearing from nowhere. “Don’t let him con you.”

Ebba gasped, and her amulet fired up as Kyrella bristled.

“Easy, Ky,” Lo said in a soothing voice. “Sorry to startle you.”

“What the fuck? How did you do that?” Ebba glanced between the guys, noting Castor’s smirk. “That wasn’t a teleport!”

“Actually, Ididteleport, but you’d already left the bedroom. I saw you eyeballing the playboy’s chest, so I thought I’d let you have your fun.” Lo laughed and caught the muffin she chucked at his head. “Granny Thorne’s cloaking spell seemed harmless enough.”

“Did you know he was there, Alex?” she demanded.

Castor grinned as he bit into his bacon. “I suspected.”

“Assholes.”

“Why do you think I put on the show?” After giving her a mischievous wink, he addressed Lo. “How did the tribunal go?”

“They gave him a pardon for reincarnation. The issue of a future mate was still up in the air when I left.”

“That was fast,” Ebba said.

Lo frowned, and she got an uneasy feeling.

“Uh, how long do you think you slept, Sweet?”

“Six, eight hours, maybe.”

“You were asleep for over twenty hours, love,” Castor said gently. “Laszlo got worried and called Damian, but he said you needed the rest.”

Dropping a kiss on her temple, Lo snatched a handful of bacon from the platter. “He said eventually it would even out, but extended activity this close to Kyrella’s takeover may require longer recovery periods.”

“Since Laszlo was required at the trial for Barlowe, he asked me to watch over you.”

“It felt like leaving a fox in charge of the henhouse, but Liz and Rafe were off on an anniversary trip,” Lo added, shooting a wry glance Castor’s way. “When I asked Al, he assured me the fox could be trusted.”

“And I was a fucking Boy Scout. Your girl was undressing me with her eyes, though.”

“I saw that.” Lo laughed when she glared. “She’s sex-starved. I’ll have to do something about that.”

Ebba’s face flamed. “I hate you both.”

“Nah. Not even a little.” He scooped her up in his arms. “Grab that basket of muffins.” As he headed for the bedroom, he called over his shoulder, “Thanks for watching over her, Castor. Now don’t let the door hit you in the ass!”

Before they reached their destination, pounding alerted them to a visitor.

“Dammit!” Lo glanced at her. “Do we ignore it?”

“It sounds urgent?—”

Castor’s voice boomed a greeting from the hallway.

“I have a like-hate relationship with that man,” Lo muttered as he spun and returned to the main room.

Ebba bit her lip to hold in her laughter. “He probably answered to thwart your plans.”

“Hence the hate.”

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