<b>Chapter </b>47


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    <b>93 </b>


    “Ma’am,” the leader, a grizzled beta named Myka, nodded at me. “We’ve been briefed. We stay on you at all times, no exceptions.”


    That’s when it hit me.The dream.The Moon Goddess. Her voice, her eyes… the warning. “They’re watching,<i>” </i>I whispered.


    Ash was immediately at my side, his brows drawn. “What did you say?”


    “I had a visionst night,” I said, louder this time. “Selene The Moon Goddess came to me. She said they’re watching. She didn’t say who, but… it felt big.” I sighed. “She also said to be wary of Morrigan and she may not offer help free or be alone.”


    Daxon tensed. “Aegis?”


    Taya scowled. “Bitchy witch.”


    “Probably. Maybe more.”


    Myka nodded once. “Then we’re doubling security. Two on each side at all times. We’ll rotate shifts. You don’t step foot anywhere without us.”


    “Not even the bathroom?” Jace teased.


    “If she’s in danger, you’ll hold it,” Myka shot back.


    With that final deration, we boarded the jet with confidence, and just enough fear to keep things interesting. The engine hummed as we settled in, luxury leather seats and champagne trays giving me major “rich bitch energy.”


    Taya plopped down beside me, clutching a bag of gummy bears and a giant hoodie. “Let’s go meet a bitchy witch,” she grinned.


    I took her hand, my heart thudding almost painfully. Fourteen fucking hours,


    I don’t care how fancy this ne is, velvet seats, gourmet snacks, and a fully stocked espresso bar can only do so much when you’re hurtling across the ocean in a floating tin can with six tight ass bodyguards and a group of magical degenerates who don’t know how to sit still.


    Daxon was snoring with his mouth open, sprawled out like a golden retriever, while Ashrian sat like a goddamn vampire prince, reading War & Peace or some shit with one hand and sipping tea like we weren’t on a top secret mission.


    Lyssira stirred in my head, her voice groggy and annoyed. “We’ve been flying for 900 years. I’m going to eat one of the guards just to feel something.”


    “Same,” I muttered.


    “You good?” Taya plopped down beside me, her cheeks pink, lips swollen, and wearing Rylen’s hoodie.


    My eyebrows shot up. “Tell me you didn’t.” <fn74dc> The rightful source is </fn74dc>


    She grinned. “We absolutely did.”


    “In the bathroom?!”


    She nodded, unashamed. “Jegged? Nah. Just jetid.”


    I snorted so hard one of the stone faced strike team looked up like he was considering tranquilizing us both.


    These guys hadn’t said more than five words total since we boarded. Dead serious. Chiseled jaws. Tactical gear. I’d seen friendlier expressions on statues.


    “You think they ever blink?” I whispered, side eyeing one who looked like he’d been carved from granite and bad


    decisions.


    “Only when someone disrespects the chain ofmand,” Taya whispered back.


    We both broke into silent giggles.


    Meanwhile, Rylen and Jace were sitting across the aisle ying some game with silver coins and bitingmentary. At one point, Jace used Rylen of cheating and Rylen growled at him like they were back in the Stone Age.


    Gods, we were all going fucking stir crazy.


    Ash closed his book. “If anyone breathes near me before I get six hours of sleep and a double espresso, I will set this ne on fire.”


    Daxon stirred and cracked one eye. “Don’t threaten me with a good time<b>.</b><b>” </b>


    “I will use blood magic on your nuts.<b>” </b>


    “That’s it. I’m switching seats.”


    “No, you’re not,” I said, grabbing Dax’s arm and dragging him back down. “You’re my pillow now. Deal with it.”


    Eventually, <b>the </b><b>ne </b>quieted down again. The guards sat at attention like they were waiting for someone to drop from the ceiling. The rest of us curled into whatever halffortable position we could find.


    Tayaid <b>across </b>Rylen’sp. Jace passed out on his own shoulder. Ash stretched out like a cat in a sunbeam<b>. </b>Dax pulled me into his arms<b>, </b>burying his <b>face </b>in my hair.


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    “Weird little found family,” Lyssira whispered in my head. “Yeah,” I whispered back. “And I wouldn’t trade a single one of them.”


    Not even the grumpy mannequin soldiers ring at me like I farted.


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