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Rylen grips forearms with Daxon and Jace while I hug Luna Aelira. The Luna is regal as hell, but warm…like moonlight instead of fire. She wishes us luck, then kisses my forehead like I’m one of her own.
And just like that, we’re walking out the massive doors and into the wide open morning.
The sleek ck helicopter is waiting on the field, des already chopping the air inzy, lethal circles. Our escort nods at us, opens the door, and we climb in.
The second the doors shut, Rylen pulls me onto hisp like it’s the only ce I belong. I don’t fight him.
My head rests on his chest, listening to the thump of his heartbeat under the sound of the rotor des. His fingers stroke my braid slowly, like he needs to feel every inch of me to keep his shit together.
“You okay?” he asks, his low and gravelly.
“Define okay,” I mutter against his neck.
He chuckles, but there’s no humor in it. “We’re flying into a damn Marine base to ask humans for help in a war they barely understand. And if they say no..”
“They won’t,” I interrupt. “Monroe knows me. She won’t leave us hanging.” <fn393e> This content belongs to find(?)ovel</fn393e>
“I just hate being this far from them,” he says. “From Elowen. From our circle. It feels… wrong.”
“I know,” I whisper. “But this is what we were chosen for, right? All this moon magic, all these marks, it’s not just about fate. It’s about fighting.”
He tightens his arms around me. “I just found you, sunshine. Don’t n on losing you.”
“You’re not,” I whisper, lifting my head to look into his fierce, golden eyes. “We’reing back with allies. With weapons. With answers. I won’t let them down.”
He kisses me then…slow, deep, full of everything we don’t have the words for yet. I sigh in contentment and rest my head against his broad chest.
And for now… that’s enough.
We’ve got a war to prepare for. And I’m gonna be the chaos. For us. For Elowen. For the world.
Elowen POV
I don’t care how serious the mission is, we’re going to Scond, there’s an ancient war brewing, and the fate of the world is practically strapped to my back, but fuck, I was vibrating with excitement.
Because I just walked into the weapons room. And it’s glorious. Like the moon herself whispered to some old grizzled cksmith in a dream and said, “Make shit for Elowen that makes her look badass as fuck.”
“This is the greatest moment of my entire life,” I whisper reverently, stepping into the armory like it was holy ground. Rows and racks of
des, axes, daggers, bows, and guns line the walls like the deadliest goddamn boutique I’ve ever seen.
Daxonughed behind me. “I knew you’d love it.”
“You knew and you waited until now?” I spun on him. “You absolute gremlin.”
“I wanted to watch your face when you saw it,” he smirked, leaning in to kiss my cheek. “Totally worth it.”
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Ashrian raised a brow and brushed his fingers over the handle of a sword as long as my arm. “This ce is an erotic experience for her. You should’ve warned me.”
“Oh, I’m fully prepared tae fuck her in this room,” L muttered with a wink, examining a polished dagger with fire runes etched into the hilt. “Could do it right now. Toss her on the workbench and make her scream my name while the des watch.”
“Stop talking,” I groaned, heat rushing up my neck. “I’m trying to be professional.”
“You’re literally drooling over those axes,” Daxon snorted.
I turned back and lifted the twin axes from their mount. They were sleek, wickedly curved, with silver edges that hum when I gripped them. Light, bnced and deadly.
“I love them,” I whispered. “I shall name them Murder and Chaos.”
Ash held up a hand. “We are not naming the weapons again.”
“Toote,” I said, already sliding one into the holster at my hip and the other across my back. “Boot knife’s name is Stabby. Deal with it.”
“Ye’re unhinged,” L muttered fondly, giving me a look like he wanted to devour me where I stood. “An’ I fuckin’ love it.”
I beamed.
We spent the next twenty minutes packing up, throwing gear in bags, locking down the magical wards on our shit, and double checking weapons. Ash ended up with a literal arsenal on his back, Daxon found a short sword that fit him like a damn dream, and L enchanted a staff that lit up like fire when he spun it.
And just as we were heading down the hall, Jace and Amaris popped out of their room like a couple of smug bastards.
“Off to go save the world again?” Jace grinned, one arm slung around Amaris’s shoulder, his shirt half tucked and hair still a mess.
“You guys look like you just fucked in the supply closet,” I deadpanned.
“We did,” Amaris said brightly.
“Twice,” Jace added.
“You’re disgusting,” Daxon muttered, pushing past him.
“You’re jealous,” Jace called after him.
“Keep it up, and I’ll let L tell you what he said he wants to do to me on the weapons bench,’ I shot over my shoulder,
There was a pause. Then…”NOPE. NEVER MIND, HAVE A GREAT TRIP.”
Everyoneughed. Amaris hugged me tight. “Be careful. And bring back a fae army or something cool.”
“We’ll do our best.”
Jace fist bumped Ash and Dax, then pulled L into a dramatic hug. “Bring me back something Scottish.”
“Aye,” L said, pping his back. “I’ll mail ye a haggis. Or maybe a sheep. Depends on me mood.”
“You’re fucking evil.”
L just winked. “Ye love it.”
And just like that, it was time to go. Bags were packed. Weapons were chosen. Hearts were definitely racing.
Let’s go change the damn world.
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