Page 64 of Conquering the King of Storms

“Are you in, Harper?” Ivy’s question jerked my attention back to the other girls and their conversation.

“Sure,” I said, though I didn’t know what I was agreeing to beinon.

“Alright, let’s go.” She stood.

Dove was on her feet in a heartbeat, and a grimacing Margo rose too.

I glanced over at Sirus. He still had one of those slight smiles on his face, and of course, his hair looked soft and perfect as it rustled in his slight wind. Somehow, it only made his gigantic muscles look better.

“You agreed to go pick out bags and supplies for our journey,”his wind murmured to me, as a soft hand stroked down my arm, reminding me of the time we’d spent in bed together.

“What are you going to pick?” Dove asked me, skipping to my side and taking my hand after I stood up.

“A hat or something to tame my hair, probably,” I admitted, reaching up to fluff my curls. I knew they looked wild, and getting a brush through them would be a bitch. “I should probably just shave it off at this point.”

A sharp wind blew through the room, and too many gazes turned to Sirus.

He ignored all of them, but met mine.

“I’ll take care of your hair,”his wind practically growled at me.“Don’t even think about it.”

I rolled my eyes at him, but supposed the reaction wasn’t entirely out of character. Sirus was slightly obsessed with his own hair, and had done Dove’s in intricate braids every time he was conscious long enough to do so.

Ayla opted to stay back with Flood, so me, Ivy, Margo, and Dove continued walking, ignoring the wind’s reaction.

“Storm can braid your hair for you. He’s a good braider,” Dove said cheerfully. “If you cut it, your head would be naked.”

I snorted.

Naked rather than bald.

I liked it.

“A naked head doesn’t sound so bad while we’re traveling,” Margo agreed. “Maybe we should all do it.”

The room flooded behind us. “No,” Tariq snarled back at the table.

Ivy shook her head. “Yeah, I can’t cut my hair. I love it too much.”

At least one of us did.

“I need a confirmation that you’re not touching your hair, Sway,”the wind growled at me again, flinging my hair around my head but not seeming to touch anyone else.

“I’m not cutting my hair,” I called over my shoulder. “It was a joke.”

Everyone looked over at me as we stepped out of the café.

The wind calmed, though.

“It’s a long story,” I told them, not wanting to talk about it.

“Wind can whisper to you, silly humans. Storm’s magic always told me that he would protect me when he was asleep.” Dove’s voice was cheerful, as always.

“What?” Ivy looked shocked.

Margodidn’tlook shocked, which made me insanely curious.

“Different elements can communicate in different ways,” I admitted.

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