Page 34 of Randall (The Tenth Step #3)

Randall

Once I’d felt Flynn finally let go of his worries and give in to the sleep he needed, I lifted my head from where I’d had it pressed to my kitten’s chest. Over his head, I gazed into Darvon’s blue eyes, captivated by the bright starburst in their centers.

Valter’s had always amazed me, but he was my student, and no matter that I’d always thought him pretty, he wasn’t for me.

I’d never felt the draw to him that I’d felt upon meeting Darvon and then Flynn.

I leaned over Flynn and gently pressed my lips to Darvon’s. His quiet moan stirred my libido, but as much as I wished we could pick up where we’d left off earlier, we needed sleep more.

Darvon remained snuggled with Flynn as I drew the blankets over us. When I laid down facing them, he reached across and placed his hand on my side. I lifted it, though, and kissed his knuckles before tangling our fingers together and resting them between myself and Flynn.

“Do you think…?” Darvon trailed off, leaving me in suspense.

I suspected he wanted to ask my opinion on Flynn’s nightmare, but I remained silent, unwilling to give a voice to my worries for fear of them coming true. Could we break this curse? Would we survive unscathed? Would Obrusa survive if we failed?

“Do you think Jarrah knows that we know about Kat?”

I lifted my head to peer at my mate, his question surprising me.

I’d thought he’d ask about the upcoming battle, about breaking the curse, or something about Flynn, perhaps.

Never would I have thought he’d ask about what Jarrah knew or didn’t know, but I did wonder now.

Would Jarrah care? Would it matter if he did?

Kat and I had been having conversations of a kind since she’d arrived at the castle in the days following Valter’s first birthday celebration. After Jarrah had given Valter a drop of Fae blood… I nearly laughed aloud at my foolishness. Why had I never made the connection before?

There was no need.

If I’d turned, I would have glared at Kat. Why wasn’t she with Jarrah?

He’s resting.

As I should be.

Yes, you should. Rest and recover.

I grumbled but closed my eyes, focusing on my mates and how wonderful it felt to be cocooned under the blankets with them in my arms. Her last words were a warning, but as sleep overtook me, a more pleasant dream crept into my thoughts, that of long days and longer nights spent with my mates by my side.

Rest and recover, she repeated, her soothing tone lulling me gently, but before I drifted off, I heard her one more time.

Sleep, my mage, my Fae, my shifters. Sleep, my vampires, my princes, my kings. The days ahead are filled with peril. Rest now, for there will be little in the days to come.