Page 115 of MidKnight
I definitely didn’t. This man could’ve given Quinn a run for his money in the mockery department. I decided he didn’t need further encouragement.
I glanced back over at my knights. Ryan was closest and held out a hand to help me up.
“Are you still feeling okay?” I asked Ryan, uncertain about the after-effects of this magic. It just didn’t seem possible that they were all okay.
“Oh, sure, pick a favorite knight,” Blue groused.
“He’s not my favorite!”
“Yes, I am!” Ryan joined the banter.
Impossible,Quinn mind-shouted. He showed all of us an image of he and I rutting on the palace hall floor with me screaming, “You’re my favorite!”
“That never happened,” I pouted.
Yet, Dove. It will.
“What never happened?” Blue asked.
Quinn pulled a bead out of his pocket and tied it into Blue’s hair.
Then I assumed he resent the image, because suddenly Blue blushed like a school girl.
I shook my head. I couldn’t understand how I had continued to exist for a single second without these men.
I turned to Connor and Declan, a grin on my face. “You two aren’t joining in?”
Connor shook his head and crossed his arms, “When you know you’re the true favorite, it isn’t seemly to brag.”
Ryan tackled him. Quinn jumped on top of the dogpile.
I laughed until I cried.
Once I started crying, I couldn’t stop. Sobs engulfed me.
Declan’s arms went around my waist and he lowered me slowly toward the cave floor.
He cradled me in his lap and rocked me back and forth. “Shhh, Peace. It’s alright. It’s alright.”
The others stopped wrestling once they realized my mental state.
“You died. You all died. And I was alone—"
“Bloss Boss, I’m sorry—” Connor gasped, from the floor.
Ryan stood, brushing Quinn off his back and helping Connor up. Blue stood awkwardly, nakedly, off to the side.
“Can you give us a minute?” Declan asked.
Ryan nodded and swung his arms around Connor and Quinn. He nodded toward Blue, “Let’s get you some clothes, man.”
They left the cavern.
Declan rocked me, using one hand to trace my spine. “Shh, Peace. It’s okay.”
I shook my head, “No. It’s not. I watched you get tortured. I watched you die, Dec!”
He hugged me tighter and I cried until my throat was raw.
