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I learnedthe hard way to hide my new toys. I didn’t know when Jay snuck in and took my vibrator and ropes, but my plan to trap her in the shower again the following morning did not cometo fruition. Maybe I should have let Lux do his repeat after me thing a few more times.
A knock sounded at my door, breaking into my sulking.
Rehan cracked it open. “Have you seen Jay?”
I shook my head.
Rehan narrowed his eyes. “Let me guess, you're sulking because she took your stuff.”
I turned and roared. Before I could light anything on fire, Rehan shut the door.
Even if she hadn’t said it, she trusted me. She loved me. Why did she run every fecking time?
The day dragged by with no Jay. I got bored enough that I even sought out Rehan and Lux for some training.
After a few punches and kicks, I turned to Lux. “Did you have a good morning?”
Lux took an annoyed breath, and his aura greyed. “She snuck out while I was still asleep. We didn’t have the conversation I wanted.”
“Did you get to talk to Og?” I asked, remembering him turning the same color yesterday.
“No,” Lux got even greyer. “This morning, when I walked into the kitchen for breakfast, Og walked out.”
Rehan slid up to us. “We’re not here to chat, but remember how to kick.”
I didn’t know how to help Lux, but I knew how to kick. I flashed the Pretty Parakeet a grin before kicking towards Rehan’s face. Unfortunately, The Fish expected it. He caught my foot and twisted. I managed to roll with the motion and hook his knee with my toes. We went down in a ball of limbs, grappling for control.
“Damnit, Tyson,” Rehan growled, his face turning purple as we matched strengths. “This is not training Lux.”
Suddenly, the water dragon stopped fighting and rolled backward. I scrambled forward, desperate to pin him to the ground, but the Eel kept moving until he hit a grapevine.
Not even a second passed before a man came running out of the house yelling at us in Maltese. I didn’t know the words for grape, old, or expensive, but I’d bet they were in there. I tried to laugh it off, but the stranger’s aura glowed with pure concern while shame streaked Rehan’s. I’d done that. I hurried back into the villa, the man's string of angry words hurting even though I’d technically not done anything. Technically. It was just a plant… and Rehan hit it… Technically.
I let out an annoyed breath. I wasn’t doing as well with ‘technically’ as I used to.
I spend the day trying my hand at different tasks around the winery. After a few hours, I was one hundred percent sure the color of frustration was a reddish-yellow, as almost everyone turned that shade before shooing me away in broken bits of English. I didn’t want to learn how to make wine anyway. Whisky was still my first love. I found myself the perfect rock to sunbathe on and parked my arse in the hot sun.
The afternoon faded into evening, and I was more than ready for another round of Caoimhe watching.
According to Cikku, Og and I were in the finest bar in Valletta. The space reminded me a little of my old suite: wood-paneled walls, leather chairs, and gold accents. Despite Jay ‘assigning’ Lux and Og Caoimhe watching duty, I found myself sitting with the warlock. Like the last two nights, the fire nymph ordered a virgin cocktail and started a conversation with anyone and everyone about Gorm’s Casket.
The dark aura around Lux this morning still bothered me, and Og’s wasn’t that much better.
“Lux wants to have a conversation with you,” I said, not really sure why I was sticking my nose in this.
Og looked at me. “I also want to have a conversation with Lux.”
“Then why the feck aren’t you talking,” I asked.
Og pursed his lips. “It’s a complicated situation.”
I rubbed my spiky hair. “Now you sound like Wiggles.”
Og took a sip of his beer, watching me. “Why do you care?”
A man sat down next to Caoimhe, and the two started chatting.
“I don’t care.” I snapped, hiding the truth under anger. “I just want to understand my, um, competition.”
