River
Something is wrong, but I don’t know what.
ME: Is Saint ok?
DECLAN: He checked in an hour ago, he’s fine.
patrols are on the perimeter, I’m with them
ME: Keep me posted, got a hinky feeling
He sends a thumbs-up emoji; I still feel restless, so I have a long shower, and I'm not going to lie, most of it is spent thinking about how Ember looked between Ren and Creed; I decide to get dressed so if Saint needs me, I can leave straight away. We all have a few sets of military-grade clothes and boots, Miles calls them our swat getup, and he’s kind of right, black on black with a Supe Kevlar vest, that has runes sewn in to help with spells etc, I strap on a few knives Saint told me to always have some as back up in case someone has protective runes or charms and I can't use my shadows.
I’m about to sit down and play on the PlayStation, but my shadows start to become agitated. I reach out a little for my brother, nothing that will trigger someone else or make him panic. I’m in danger, but I can’t feel him at all.
I walk to Ember's room, which is Empty; going to her closet, I find her gear. I leave the vest on the bed with her boots, but grab her a sports bra and panties. I reach out with my shadows, and I find her in J's room. Shit! I give a small knock before I enter and head straight for her.
“Firefly, I need you to wake up!” stroking the side of her face, she blinks her eyes open and then frowns, but opens her eyes; she’s automatically awake and aware, which just shows what she’s been through over the years.
“What’s wrong?” she asks, then turns to J before I can get an answer out.
“Trick! River needs my help. Go to Rens' room,” J grunts and rolls out of bed and shuffles towards Rens' room, somehow without tripping over stuff with his eyes closed.
Ember spots the clothes in my hand, grabs them and without blinking, throws her PJs on J’s bed and starts pulling on the clothes, not caring that she just got naked in front of me 'Don't get hard, think of your brother, don’t get hard' she has her bra, panties and pants on then sits to pull on her socks
“What’s wrong?” she asks me again as I try not to stare at how amazing her tits and ass look.
“I don’t know, I just feel off!” I say, feeling bad for waking her up. She stands, kissing my jaw before pulling the shirt over her head and heading to her room; as she tucks it in, she spots the boots but pulls a flat case from under her bed, laying it on the mattress.
“Reach out to him; look where he is,” she says, grabbing my hands and placing her forehead to mine so she can see, too. There is no hesitation in her trust or fear of my power.