Page 96 of Seducing Jenny
I tipped my head at her. “Not that I don’t care about how you’re feeling, Sam, but hewasthe one who almost died, so, yeah, I was talking to Surge.”
Surge leaned back in his chair, a little color having returned to his face. “Much better today. Especially after Discord’s early morning donation. I don’t think I’ll be needing anymore blood from her.”
"Thank the gods," Discord said as she joined us, seating herself beside me with a tired smile. “I was getting lightheaded from the loss of blood.”
“I’m not thanking the gods for my recovery, Discord,” Surge said, reaching out and patting the back of her hand. “I’m thankingyou.”
“You’re welcome, Surge,” she said, something in her expression softening. “But you never need to thank me for anything.”
“You saved my life. Athank youis the least of what I owe you.”
“You owe me nothing,” she said, a teasing lilt to her voice. “You would do the same for me, if your tiny little body could ever make enough blood to donate.”
Surge just laughed while Discord grabbed a worlo to have with her coffee. She bit into it, and the ripe fruit threatened to dribble down her chin, it was so juicy. But Discord was far too refined for that and discreetly wiped her mouth before it could happen.
Just as I reached for one myself, my gauntlet driver hummed. I clicked the message. Everything in me tightened when I saw who it was from—Otolith Wakamyn. A message from my clan master was never a welcome one.
Surge noticed my reaction. “Something wrong?”
“Probably,” I grumbled and opened the message, taking a deep breath before I read it.
I hope this finds you well. We have received word that your cousin, Kapok, has died and you did not report the loss. I am not sure why you would do such a thing to your clan, Tiger. However, you are known for your measured responses, so I assured your aunt and uncle that you had your reasons. Do not prove me wrong when you come to pay your respects.
Additionally, there is good news. We have found you a proper consort, so that you may expand and grow our clan. You are to return to the clan at once, so you can be honorably united. Rejoice, Tiger. You are coming home.
-Clan Master Wakamyn
“Oh, fuck.”
I stood so abruptly my chair scraped across the floor. With Sam, Surge and Discord staring at me in confusion, I quickly left brunch without an explanation and ran straight to Mal’s bedroom, panic bubbling in my chest.
I burst in and found Mal on top of Jenny in bed, the two of them going at each other.
“Shit, sorry.” I immediately shut the door and remained in the hallway. I didn’t want to interrupt, and sex was the last thing on my mind at the moment. There was no way I could have joined them.
My head pounded as I slid down the wall next to the door, my thoughts a whirl of chaos in my mind. I sat there on the floor, knees curled up to my chest, trying to think.
It wasn’t a minute before Mal came to the door, giving me an odd look. “What are you doing sitting out here? We had hoped you would join us.”
“I can’t…I…” I just shook my head.
He crouched next to me, naked in the hallway. “What’s wrong? Is Surge—”
“He’s fine,” I said, my voice hoarse. “It’s not him.”
“Then let’s talk.” He extended a hand to me, and I took it.
We stepped back into the bedroom, and Jenny rushed to me the moment she saw my face, worry etching her features. “Tiger, what’s wrong?”
“Please…I can’t talk to you two without your clothes on right now.” I ran a hand through my hair, on the verge of unraveling. “I’m too mixed up as it is.”
They didn’t hesitate, both of them quickly dressing.
Then Mal asked, “Now will you tell us what is wrong?”
I sat on the edge of the bed, feeling like gravity had doubled. My body felt heavy. Weak. “My clan…they want me back.”
Jenny crossed her arms and frowned. “Well, that’s too bad. They can’t have you.”
