Four people in a sacred healing lake. Two of them mated to the same woman. One of them had just landed on her. The fourth was the woman, dazed and bleeding.
The awkwardness had its own gravitational field.
If the ancestors were watching, they were selling tickets.
None of them said a word.
Dex was holding her and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
She wanted to comfort him, she could feel his and Fin's emotions through the dual matebond. It was odd how identical it was, yet she could tell the difference.
She shoved comfort into both of them without looking at either and went under the water.
Dex's body was tense. He was livid at himself for not being more aggressive about her training. Trusting protocol over instinct. That stopped now. Even if she were a regular recruit, he wouldn't have approved no magic. No other warrior was on storm dragons. Why would they not take all precaution?
