Page 7 of Vex & Suki (COSMIC CROWS MC #1)

W hirling around, I wait a beat to make sure that Stron and Vex can’t hear me. I eye two of my sisters. Both eye me with flushed cheeks and radiant smiles.

“Well,” I smirk at Lyra and Luna. “Did you ladies have a good night?”

“Probably as good as yours,” Luna laughs.

“Very,” Lyra agrees, with a joyous light in her eyes that’s been missing since I’ve met her.

“Excellent,” I clap. “Let’s get this kitchen sorted and breakfast cooking. Don’t know about you ladies, but I’m starving.”

“A night of good sex will do that to you,” Val drawls from behind me.

Pivoting on my heel with a surprised yelp, I swing around to see a smug-looking Val and Vena.

Tackling Val, I hug her hard, swaying us from side to side.

Over her shoulder, I see another one of Vex’s brothers with that little handy dandy name thing on the corner of his cut telling me his name is Rix.

He’s gazing at Val with soft, adoring eyes.

I like him already, and if he keeps looking at my sister that way, he’ll be getting chocolate chip cookies every day.

Waving at him, I smile, and he winks at me. Bending down, he kisses Val on the top of her head, “I’ll see you soon, mo cuishle. ”

“Soon,” she smiles over her shoulder at him, her cheeks a lightly flushed pink.

Vena rolls her eyes, and I smirk. I bet when she finds her man, she’ll be exactly the same.

Taking pity on her, I get everyone cleaning up and breakfast started. The clubhouse has got most staples on hand. And there’s meat—so much meat. Not a vegetable in sight. Men! They were the same the universe over. I’d have to find a way to get veggies into this lot. I have ways they’ll never know.

I’d learned after the first day not to ask Lyra what the meat we were eating was. As long as it was safe for consumption, I didn’t need to know where it came from. She’d found this hilarious.

Deciding I’ll make steaks, eggs, and my biscuits, even if they do still weird me out because they weren’t the right colour. They tasted good though. Digging through the pantry, I hit a gold mine when I find some onions that are still useable. I can work with this.

Bustling back into the kitchen, I stop and watch my sisters laughing and teasing as they work together. We may not be of blood; hell, we’re not even of the same species, but they are still my sisters in all the ways that count.

Not wanting them to see me get all emotional, I walk up to the counter and start attacking the onions with a vengeance.

My soul soothed by doing something that I love, the sounds of my sisters happy, and by the love that’s growing for the male who has made me feel more in twenty-four hours or whatever time clock they use on Malimoor than any other male I’ve ever been with.

Life’s strange. It takes you on so many twists and turns, and sometimes it deposits you where you least expect to land. I certainly never expected to be so far from home and yet feel right at home and comfortable in my skin for the first time in my twenty-six years.

All is right in my world—until a swirl of silver surrounds me, and I’m caught up in a vortex. I catch glimpses of my sisters fighting off males dressed in black—until, suddenly, they all disappear.