Page 92 of Within the Veil

Diabolical Notes of Destruction and Ass-Kicking

How can we use Oberon's super dangerous, completely unsafe training methods to beef up our training?

Instead of a closed council meeting today... Bring the town together for a meeting where I let them know about the right of conquest and explain what that entails.

Have a town get-together as promised months ago.

Find Charlie, ASAP

Make a super cool magic circle, preferably under the full moon, naked while covered in moss while we all rock back and forth and try to break Uranus's, that stupid motherfucker, cloaking spell or whatever he is doing to stop me from pulling a Little Nicky and Ozzy Osbourne and rocking on while I eat her head.

Finalize location of Arallu camp

Now that I can move, kick-ass, and my skin can't be punctured, challenge Oberon and kick his ass for hurting my squishy.

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After 52 peebreaks and moving over to a large plush couch in the corner of the library with perfect lighting, I stare at my notes for a few moments as I chew at the end of my pen and lean over, as much as I can anyway, while I figure out what else I should add. Correction, Iwaschewing on my pencil until Grayson appears out of nowhere, snatching it out of my mouth, and stuffing another fucking straw between my lips.

I glare at him, letting the straw sit in my mouth as I write another 'to-do' to my list.

Tell the library keepers that Grayson has ripped a book and let him be eaten!!

He rolls his eyes, "stop glaring at me and stop threatening me. I didn't rip a damn thing. The babies are starting to get hungry, they called all of us, I just got here first since the other fuckers you're in love with are training. I made it in your favorite flavor...."

"Ohh! Pickle and cheetos flavor?" I perk up as I take a sip and then grimace as the flavors explode over my tongue. To be fair, the shake is delicious, and it isoneof my favorites, raspberry and chocolate, sans some fucking weird algae poison, thank you very much. Still, when you are craving something, and you get something else, nothing measures up to that craving.

His eyes bug out of his head as my words filter through his very capable brain. A very beautiful brain that should help him know what I wantandwhat the babies want, considering he is one of the many fae-kers who have sent up camp in my head.

"You have got to be kidding me right now? I don't even know what to think right now," his voice is mesmerized. Really, it shouldn't be. I mean, he should totally be used to my fuckery by now.

I pull the straw out of my mouth and pout, letting my eyes water for effect, "Yes, but today, I want a pickle, and Cheeto shake." Nailed it.

He gives a long sigh and mutters something along the lines of 'This pregnancy is going to kill me.' Rude. He leans his hulking body over and bites my bottom lip before pressing his lips against mine in a quick kiss that I'm 100 percent sure is an attempt not to murder me. Small wins.

He pulls back, his jaw set and eyes blazing, "Yes, I will kiss you instead of spanking the shit out of that ass I love so much. But mostly because we need a Queen and don't have a replacement."Also, rude as fuck.

"So you're going to drink the shake I have given you, and later, I'll figure out how to make whatever the fuck, it was you asked for later. The babies, and you, need this right now. Did you take your pre-natal already? In between your rockstar murder practice?"

I nod as I begrudgingly put the straw back in my mouth. Part of me is all tingly that they are all so invested in my health and so damn attentive to my every need. There is nothing hotter than a partner, or partners in my case, who care about your well-being, even when it is annoying as fuck.

He crosses his arms and watches as I drink; all the while, my enhanced senses punch this entire concoction in the face, screaming for pickles and Cheetos. Still, I chug it anyway, if only to satisfy the angry Fae beast who stares down at me as Gordon Ramsey would at a piece of overcooked steak--grumpy ass giant.

After a few silent minutes, punctuated by my dramatic gulping, I finish it, and he grabs the empty cup with a satisfied smirk that I want to karate shop off his face. Instead, I flip him off and stick out my tongue.

"I'm putting that tongue to good use," he says darkly, his eyes savage as he runs a finger across my lips.

I ignore the shiver that racks my body and glower. I refuse to let him win this round with his lustful war tactics. He rolls his eyes, and suddenly I'm being picked up and settled into his lap.

Okay, he wins. I sigh in contentment he rubs my belly absentmindedly and reads over my notes, "The first few notes make sense. We can modify the council meeting for today, and we should be able to link our powers, but you will not be naked. We will be retrieving Charlie as soon as we hear back from those scouting the area. Nici may have disappeared, but that means nothing if she is utilizing Uranus, so we have to be overly cautious. However, I don't know about Oberon's methods. I highly doubt he will let us modify them so they aren't murderous. But we can talk to him, assuming he isn't listening in...."

You want me to modify the training that has created the strongest warriors of our entire existence? You insult me. I will be with you all shortly, so I can properly glare daggers at you all while I explain the myriad of reasons why sacrifice is the stepping stone of proper training. I am debriefing with one of my men.

I chuckle, " I think that answers that. Still, we can try to convince him to come up with something with Zane. The Arallu, I know, have a tendency of moving around. Do you guys have a location for them?"

Before he can answer, Hunter faedes into the room, sweaty, shirtless, and ridiculously gorgeous, just far enough from the couch so that he can swagger over in all his glory. Sinful seduction. It honestly isn't reasonable how sexy my mates are, downright disturbing, actually. But as I notice the huge pizza box and a bag of Cheetos in his hands, I amend my statement. It isn't reasonable how sexyHunteris. Grayson rolls his eyes, "absolutely ridiculous," he mutters.

I ignore him as my belly starts to glow with joy, and I salivate as I magic the box and chips out of Hunter's hands, open the box, pour the Cheetos on, roll it up, and eat it like a giant taco. Don't judge me; try it. Fair warning, youmayspontaneously orgasm.

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