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Topple 60

    <b>Chapter </b><b>60 </b>


    Elowen POV


    PO:


    The jet was sleek, silent, and sexier than sin. Leather seats, crystal lighting, and a stocked drink bar? Alpha Draven did not skimp on travel amodations. We were barely in the air when everyone spread out like wild animals who just discovered sofas.


    Taya immediately threw herself into Rylen’sp with a dramatic sigh. “That was the most eventful coffee run I’ve ever had.”


    Rylen grunted. “Vampires. Again. What the hell is this? Weekly specials?”


    “I’ll kill the next one with a spoon,” Jace muttered, rubbing his temples. “Swear to Luna, if they keep interrupting my me–time, I’m gonna start throwing hands first and asking names never.”


    L, wide eyed and barefoot now, because apparently “boots off, fullfort mode” was his vibe, sank into the seat next to me and looked around with the wonder of a kid at his first amusement park.


    “This thing is a bloody castle in the sky,” he said, that sexy ent thick and warm. “How does it stay up? There’s nae wings big enough!”


    I snorted. “It’s called jet propulsion, Gandalf. Science.”


    “Witchcraft,” he muttered seriously. “Aye, I trust the fae, but this metal bird? No‘ so sure.”


    Daxonughed from across the aisle. “Thising from the guy who shoots lightning out of his hands like a Marvel viin.”


    “That’s natural,” L argued, pointing to himself. “This?” He gestured around wildly. “A flying tin can powered bybusting fire in a steel gut? Absolutely nae.”


    “Wee to America,” Ash said dryly, sipping some imported ck coffee like a moody vampire prince. “Land of me powered death machines and stress induced IBS.”


    “You’re a fuckin‘ mood,” I said, nudging his thigh with my foot.


    L turned to Ash with a curious squint. “Ye’re the blood mage, aye? Daxon said ye were, what was the word?….an edgy bastard.”


    Ash looked unimpressed. “He say that before or after I saved his life?”


    “Elowen told me she almost died without yer magic,” L said, his smile softening. “So thank ye for nae letting my mate be vamp snack food.”


    Ash blinked in surprise. “You’re wee. Also, ‘edgy bastard‘ is fair.”


    <b>83 </b>


    <b>Taya </b>leaned forward and smirked at L. “So, what do you know about the States, Lach?”


    He looked thoughtful. “I know there’s tae many guns, nae enough healthcare, and yer sweet tea tastes like syrup and regret.”


    Jace howled. “I love this man.”


    L grinned. “Also, why does yer bacon look like it’s been cursed? It’s floppy. Bacon shouldnae be floppy. That’s a war crime.”


    Rylen nodded solemnly. “Thank you. I’ve been saying this for years.”


    I grinned, curled up next to L with my head on his shoulder. “You’re gonna hate a lot of our food, babe. But I’ll make sure you survive. And we’re definitely introducing you to hot wings.”


    “Hot wings?” he echoed, in a suspicious tone.


    “Spicy chicken limbs that’ll light your soul on fire,” I said proudly. “Theye with ranch.”


    “America’s weird,” he murmured. “But I love yer ent when ye say ‘ranch.“”


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    Daxon coughed. “Okay, no more hornyments until wend. I can’t take another in flight boner. These pants are


    thin.”


    “You started it, wolf boy,” Taya teased.


    “You moaned when you bit Rylen’s neck at breakfast,” Dax shot back. “There were witnesses. I was trying to eat.”


    “You were trying to eavesdrop,” she said sweetly.


    “Oh my gods,” I groaned, burying my face in L’s shoulder. “I love us, but I also hate us.”


    The strike team, gods bless ‘em, sat like statues near the back, pretending not to hear a damn word even though they totally were.


    “Any more vampire pitstops on the schedule?” Jace asked.


    “No,” I said, sighing loudly. “Just back home, straight to training, maybe some prophecy shit, and a pack wide fuckin‘ soulmate rave.”


    L blinked. “…Did ye say rave<b>?</b><b>” </b>


    “I did,” I grinned. “We call it a mate ball. There’s dancing, derations, possibly nakedness, and if we’re lucky, zero stabbings.”


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    He leaned close, his voice a husky whisper near my ear. “Will I get tae dance with ye in front of the whole realm, ma ghrá?”


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