No Alpha in that room was happy. The collective testosterone could have curdled milk.
Aeron, on the other hand, was flat out smiling, trying and failing to school his face into something more dignified. Next to him, Maelor was scowling but the corners of his lips were turned up, so it looked like he was confused. Two master mages trying not to smile at a blood ritual. Professionalism at its finest.
In everyone’s hand, a small dagger pulsed with Fae magic.
"And now she fabricates," Hyran said under his breath.
He said it the way someone comments on the weather. Mild inconvenience. Slight annoyance. Total disregard for the fact that she was actively possessed.
Serena’s possessed head turned to him.
He was unfazed and unimpressed. "Oh please. That look is ridiculous. I’ve seen you possessed more times than I’ve seen you unconscious." He rolled his eyes. "And don’t even think about it."
’It’ being don’t fabricate a gold orb around him, because this was the most exciting day of his life. Hyran would rather be possessed himself than miss the data.
Serena’s possessed eyes narrowed. Hyran raised an eyebrow. It was a standoff between an ancient power and a mage with an attitude.
She looked away. It would have been funny.
Actually, it was. Elara snorted, unable to help herself.
Hale shot her a look.
She scoffed. "What? That man isn’t wrong. You try keeping her out of trouble and see how easy it is."
She gestured at Serena like a zookeeper presenting a particularly unpredictable exhibit.
To everyone’s surprise, Nightspire started to laugh at that. It was a genuine, warm laugh. His face went nostalgic, soft for half a second. Elara met his eyes, a moment of understanding passing between them.
Aeron cut his palm first, letting his blood fall into the fire. It flared gold in response. Everyone followed, one by one, the flame roaring different colors after each person.
Serena went last, the fire flaring pink and gold, as soon as her gold blood made contact.
Her eyes then flickered back to green. The pink she’d been pushing to everyone with a Hidden Flame mark stopped.
She glanced down at her hands, brows furrowed. Then she became aware everyone was watching her.
She had the distinct feeling she’d done something significant and the even more distinct feeling that no one was going to explain it to her gently. She was correct on both counts.
Fin was there first, hooking her around the waist, pulling her into him.
"I was so goddamn worried about you." He cradled her head, kissing her forehead, then her lips.
Dex’s pupils contracted to pinpoints, and his pulse doubled.
There was a very specific silence in the room. The kind that precedes either applause or violence.
Dex closed the distance in two strides, yanking Serena, who was still dazed, out of Fin’s grasp.
"Don’t. Touch. Her." He snarled, voice no longer singular. "She’s mine."
Both of his arms were around her, so protective it bordered on violence. He held her the way people hold things they’re afraid someone will take. Which, given the last three seconds, was entirely justified.
Serena blinked a few times, completely disoriented. She had been conscious for approximately eleven seconds and had already been kissed by one alpha and claimed by another. She was still trying to figure out why her hands were bleeding.
Gavriel inhaled slowly through his nose. "And there it is."


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