Dread
Both brothers are asleep.
Both are purring. Loudly.
And both have their mates spread across their chests like blankets.
Just a pair of terrifying monsters drinking like frat boys, stripping to their drawers, and swallowing magical bees.
Nix isn’t drunk. Or recovering. But she hasn’t moved in nearly an hour.
So, I lie on my back.
I spread my arms to the side.
And I let my magic free.
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