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Lexi's mother, Brianag, had been working round the clock, attempting to come up with some potion or spell to aid my mother. She believed that the plague upon the land was tied to my mother's illness, but I knew it wasn't. The power that had been seeping into my veins ever since my mother first became ill meant that our magic was still alive and well and passing on to the next heir as it always had since our people's creation. Whatever was causing this pestilence upon the land, and likely my mother's illness, was something we had never encountered.
I stood at one of the windows in my room, contemplating my next steps. I could see the edge of the blackness in the distance, soon it would spread all throughout the palace lands. I felt weary, as if I were thousands of years old. If I didn't find a solution soon, there would be no choice but to accept Lord Tiberius's offer.
Lexi walked up next to me, staring out the window as well. She took my hand in hers and squeezed.
"Whatever may come, I will always be here for you, your majesty. There is no cost too great, no request too burdensome. You will always be able to depend on me."
I smiled, a tear streaming down my cheek at her loyalty, as I continued to stare at the black in the distance as it slowly crept towards the palace. It was coming.
Lexi was explaining all about witches as my dorm came back into my consciousness. I couldn't focus on anything she was saying as I absorbed what I had just seen. I felt…mournful, mournful over a land I had never seen, and a queen I had never met. I cut Lexi off.
"Is it alright if we talk about all of this tomorrow?" I asked hesitantly. "I'm not feeling well all of a sudden."
Lexi's eyes flashed with hurt. She obviously thought that I was making up an excuse to get away from her. I wasn't, I just needed a second to go over everything I had seen lately. My mind whirled with images, images of another life and another time.
Lexi gathered her things and rigidly said goodbye. I smiled at her reassuringly, giving her a big hug before she left my room, promising that I would call her to hang out after my shift was over the next night. Her face brightened at my promise, and she looked relieved as she left.
After getting ready for bed I sent a text to Damon and Beckham, telling them that I was going to bed and needed some space tonight. My phone immediately began pinging with texts asking if I was alright. I turned off my phone, needing some peace and quiet to think.
I had been lying in bed for an hour, going over all of the scenes of a life that seemed so familiar to me, wondering what it all meant, when I heard a fluttering of wings outside of my window. I sighed and opened the window, moving aside so that Damon could step inside. I expected a million questions about the night, and settled into my bed resigned to the fact that I was going to be exhausted for my shift the next day. Damon surprised me though, climbing into bed with me and holding me close. My door opened, causing me to jump since I had locked it. I relaxed back into Damon's arms when I saw that it was Beckham.
Beckham stood there awkwardly for a moment.
"Fuck it," he muttered, taking his belt off and pulling his pants off so he was just in his boxers.
"Damn it," said Damon, moving to the other side of me to make room for Beckham.
I was awkward at first as Beckham slid in to my bed. I guess I was lucky that Damon had ordered a new queen bed to be installed in my room after the first night he had been forced to cuddle next to me in the twin bed that my room had come with. The queen bed felt tiny with all three of us in it though, especially considering Beckham and Damon were both extremely large men. I rolled onto my side, facing Damon and allowing Beckham to cuddle me from behind. I soaked in their warmth and love, ignoring the fact that they were both hard as a rock.
Weighed down by my latest vision, I began to cry silently into Damon's shoulder. Neither of them said a word, simply offering soundless comfort to me as the night wore on. I fell asleep, the feeling of protection and love finally pushing out my troubled thoughts.
Chapter 22
(Beckham)
I woke up in the arms of an angel. Literally. Eva had snuck out of bed, and Damon had snuggled up to my side with his arm stretched out on top of me. Eva was giggling at the foot of the bed, snapping photographs of us on her phone, I'm sure to send to Mason and Lexi later on.
"Eva," groaned Damon sexually as his hand started moving towards my pec as if he was going to squeeze it like he would a woman's breast. Terrified, I pushed him off the side of the bed.
"What the fuck!" yelled Damon, as he hit the ground hard.
Eva was now bent over from laughing so hard. I flew out of bed and scooped Eva into my arms, tossing her lightly back on the bed and stretching my body over hers. Eva's mouth was open in shock, none of us had really shown her our supernatural speed yet.
Damon was still sitting on the floor confused.
"I hate to break up the love fest this morning, but would someone mind telling me why I was pushed on the floor just a second ago?" he asked, the sarcasm in his voice apparent.
Eva grinned at me and I moved off of her. She pulled up the pictures on her phone and triumphantly showed Damon the one she had taken where he was about to fondle my chest. Damon shook his head in disbelief, flushing a dark red color. I had never seen him do that before and it sent both Eva and I into a rush of hysterics.
I had always been the outlier of the group. Damon and Mason had known each other for centuries before I came into the picture, and although I considered them my brothers, I had never bonded with them the way they had bonded with each other. It was nice to see Damon laugh in my presence though, since I knew he was furious about my attempts to date Eva. Damon stood up and stalked towards Eva.
"Don't pretend you aren't going to use those pictures for private time later, Eva," he said to her slyly.
Now it was Eva's turn to blush. I knew our little virgin wasn't having any "private" time, not that it didn't turn me on ferociously to think of her having some. Despite Damon's presence, I felt myself growing hard at the thought. Eva looked so amazingly beautiful sitting in her bed, her hair sexily mussed, and a flush still on her cheeks. Last night had been my first time getting to spend the night with her, and despite Damon's less than ideal presence, I had savored every second of holding her soft body in my arms.
Damon picked up his phone and swore.
"I've got weights and then team meetings in ten minutes because of our bye week," he told Eva regretfully. "You work tonight right? Let me know when you're going home, and I'll come get you. Then, we're going to talk about last night."
