Page 95 of Knight's End
Chapter Twenty-Two
We rode through the sky toward the desert. Quinn's arms wrapped around my waist, and I reveled in the luxury of his touch. It was something I never wanted to take for granted again. I kept my hand over his and I stroked his skin, just reassuring myself that he was still here. Pony kept our pace smooth and even, despite the storm clouds gathering in the distance.
Declan was the first to bring up the display we’d just witnessed. “Did anyone else find that little orgasm display completely awkward?”
Connor shrugged and called out, “Personally, I thought it was hot. Might be something we should recreate sometime.”
Ryan shook his head. “Forcing us to watch three orgasms was a bit much.”
Blue laughed and added, “She only went to three because Declan told me she faked the first one. I called out her mind speaker on it. When she heard that, she forced them to give her two real ones.”
I nearly fell off Pony, I laughed so hard. “That’s what that was? Sarding hell, why didn’t you tell me? It was the most uncomfortable experience of my life!”
“Because your face, the tiny twitches you couldn’t control, your attempts to control your thoughts—it’s a moment I’ll treasure forever.” Blue held his hands up to his heart, mocking me.
“If I could throw something at you right now, I would,” I said.
You have your coin purse,Quinn reminded me.
I rolled my eyes and shook my head. “I’ve left the palace without coins before—when I was an eighteen-year-old hothead. I don’t have time to work my way across this country. Now, I need you cabbage heads to be silent so I can think.”
I turned my mind to the undead army. Donaloo had seemed so certain I could help them. But would they help me? Would they know what we could do to stop Mayi?
We might need to wish for their help,Quinn thought.
No! Absolutely not. I just got you back. That wish was even worse than the last one.
We can survive whatever comes, Dove.
I don't want to survive whatever comes,I thought stubbornly.
Well then you need to figure out another solution.
Shut your mind so I can,I snapped.
Quinn laughed. He sent me a mental image of himself stitching his brain closed.
I only had about an hour to think. But by the time Connor pointed at the ant-like figures marching in the distance, I had a plan. I hoped it would work.
As we descended, I told Blue and Quinn, look for Posey. I had to send them both mental images of Donaloo and Dini's daughter—and then explain my meeting with the wizard, before they grasped what I meant.
"You mean he did get it on with a flower?" Declan asked.
I rolled my eyes. "I thought we went over all of this when we started discussing the sea sprite.
"Must've left out that very important detail —a detail that allows me to win a bet with these knob-noggins.” Declan crowed. “You lot are gonna have to organize the new library per my exact instructions.”
Quinn leaned around me to give Declan the obscene fig-hand gesture.
I pushed Quinn back as I rolled my eyes and said, “Can we please save this for after we survive a war with the entire ocean?”
Ryan scoffed. “I can handle a few fish, Dearling.”
Declan teased, “I thought you only liked to eat fish, not catch them.”
Even Connor joined in the banter. “He loves the taste of Bloss’s—”
“Oh! Hello there. Lady in your presence,” I tried to remind my hare-brained husbands.
