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the demon waiting for me to give them the final go ahead. I clasp my hands together on my lap, taking a deep breath to ground myself. “Come closer and do it. I want to see this part of you, X.”
The room fills with light as they grin wider, then their body goes from pale skin to shiny golden scales inch by inch. Legs turn to a huge, thick pile of coils as big as my entire torso, leaving them half humanoid on top and all slither on the bottom. Xerxes’ body seems to grow exponentially as the snake form crawls up their body from the waist to trunk, assimilating their arms.
A gasp echoes in the quiet dorm as it engulfs them completely, leaving the biggest fucking reptile I’ve ever seen looking down at me from what has to be eight feet in the air with emerald eyes that sparkle like the gemstone. Their hood fans out as far as my arms would if I were getting measured and the flick of the long, forked tongue makes my stomach clench in response.
What the hell does that thing do? Holy Medusa’s wig tape, it’s as long as my leg!
I swallow hard, my eyes drifting over the cobra to frown at the smooth underbelly. It suddenly occurs to me that I don’t have a single fucking clue what the hell snakes do to procreate. Obviously, their dick isn’t….
A low hiss fills the room and before I can even ask, two large, engorged penises seem to pop out of their body. “Oh, shit!”
My hands fly to my face, covering my eyes and the bright red color of my cheeks when I realize I just made the snake… happy by looking for its dick.
Of which it has two…. I am so in over my goddamned head.

My head jerks up and I blink when the surge of emotion slams into me like a wave crashing into the shore. Schooling my features so Slash and the rest of our Supernatural Law lecture don’t know what’s going on, I struggle to assimilate everything flowing into me. Xerxes shifted, and as his first mate, I can feel how excited he is.
Literally.
I grit my teeth to fight off whatever the hell he and Kit Kat are doing, plus the rush of jealousy from knowing I’m not there with them. X and I discussed the strange, softness we’ve developed for the new kid, so I’m not upset that he’s exploring it. But I’d like to be there to join in, not sitting at this fucking desk hoping I don’t smash my dick into the desk by the end.
Leaning in, I murmur to the huge shark shifter, “I’m cutting out. I think X needs me, but you can stay and get the rest of the notes, right?”
Slash eyes me suspiciously, but very few people can read me when I choose to keep my counsel. Finally, he grunts, then nods his head. “Fine. Check on the little demon for me.”
Man, that guy is so far gone and I have no idea if he knows it.
“Will do,” I reply as I gather my shit. Once I get it, I scurry out the back of the classroom before anyone notices. There’s no way I can survive whatever vibes KK is causing in their room in public. I don’t want to be a party crasher, but they’ll have to accept that I can’t stay away.
I frown, wondering if there’s anything quick I can do to soften the intrusion for the delicate guy. Jasper’s edict pissed him the fuck off; maybe I can work with that. If I’m creative, I won’t be defying a caliphate order, but I’ll buy myself some credit. Luckily, this damn class is right where I need to be to make my plan a reality.
Into the stacks I go.

Wrong pronoun Anton

75%

Pushing through the crowd in the entry, I head for the elevator and glare until the other demons leave me to the car alone. As I head up to our floor, I wonder when I’ll be able to share one of my forms with the spunky dude and if he’ll think it’s too feminine, like my family. Raking my hand through my rainbow locks, I sigh and shake my head. This isn’t the time for my well hidden insecurities; it’s the time to be supportive, no matter what I find when I open the door to Salem’s lair.
The ding of the elevator reaching our floor pulls me out of my intrusive thoughts, and I step out, trying to keep control of the excitement and worry zinging through me. Salem’s door is closed, so it only takes a moment for me to reach the large door and stare at the keypad. Shaking my head, I punch in the code then turn the knob as if my gut isn’t churning in anticipation. And what I find…
This is not what I expected at all.
Kit is curled up in his usual chair with Dottie sitting above his left shoulder. There’s a drink beside him and… a huge fucking cobra coiled at his feet with it’s head resting in his lap. He’s gently running his fingers over the wide hood as the TV plays one of the human movies he loves. The scene is so surreal that I almost can’t even comprehend it as I slip inside and close the door behind me.
“Anton,” the dark haired dude says softly, his eyes surprised as he meets my gaze. His fingers don’t stop petting the smooth reptile skin and a lazy hiss fills the silence as I watch. “Is something wrong?”
My mouth feels dry as I shake my head wordlessly. I’m having trouble processing this—not because I’m angry or upset, but because I’m amazed. Xerxes drips self-confidence and swagger most of the time, but they’ve always been sensitive about their animal. As much as my family thinks my shift is too feminine, especially because of my sexuality, theirs was furious at the manifestation of the snake.
I suppose it proves that our parents don’t even conform to the most rudimentary level of loyalty to their families or spouses. Demons aren’t really picky about monogamy except when it comes to lineage and heirs—my bird and their snake puts our ascension to heads of our houses in question, should anyone want to challenge it. They probably will eventually, but the lifespan of demons being nearly as immortal as the Fae has kept that intrigue off our doorsteps.
It won’t hold forever, though, and our shitty ass parents know it.
“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
Kit’s murmur brings me back to reality and I lick my lips, trying to form words with my scattered thoughts. “I… X has never been comfortable with being fully shifted. I’ve tried… But…”
Another hiss escapes the languid reptile and Kit’s lips curve into a surprisingly soft smile. “Acceptance makes hard things easier.”
I nod, finally forcing myself to move closer to the pair. “I’ve always accepted them. Always.”
“Ah, but that’s because you grew up together and fell in love. I’m no one—an alien from another world with no knowledge of your pasts or heritage or any of the things everyone else brings to the equation. I don’t have to accept them because of the rules, yet I do.”
Makes perfect sense, but I don’t understand what happened to make him trust my love.
“That’s a very simple answer for a complex situation,” I say as I finally get within range of X’s huge coils, noting the small shivers of pleasure in their tail. “You’re calmer than I would have expected, especially since…”
His face turns bright red and it confirms what I suspected—something definitely happened beyond just the full shift. “You mean for someone confronted with not one but two very interestingly pierced, giant cocks on accident?”
A bark of laughter escapes; I can’t help it. This guy waffles between spitfire, anxious penguin, and filthy mouthed little shit so much that it gives me whiplash. “Yeah… that. I felt them shift and I was worried, but then I realized it wasn’t bad—but I had to find out for myself anyway.”
“I’m not sure why I’m so calm, honestly.” His cheeks flush more and I note the color spreading down his neck. “Seeing O and Salem change didn’t involve… that… so I wasn’t ready for it. But, um, I guess I’m handling this well. I don’t feel trapped without air.”
You look as comfortable as someone who’s always been here.
I don’t say that, though, because I don’t want to trigger an attack if that truth hits too close to home. Instead, I walk around X’s thick body, facing Kit from the other side. Swallowing an uncertainty I rarely feel, I tilt my head as I ask, “Would you want me to… you know. I can, too.”
Kit doesn’t comment on my sudden journey to awkward penguin-land. His brows pinch for a moment like he’s thinking about it and my breath catches as I wait for his response. With his hand smoothing over X’s huge triangular head, the small dude looks even smaller than normal. I know it’s because my mate is in their largest animal form on purpose and most humans would look tiny in comparison. If they raised up on their coils, they’d be over seven feet tall and their body easily could fit KK inside it.
Yet he’s petting Xerxes like a stray cat he just took in without an ounce of anxiety to be found. It’s fucking astounding, and I keep waiting for something to ruin the picture. Kit finally pushes his hair out of his eyes and looks me right in the eyes. His expression is serious and I have to push the insecurity down to my toes as he sighs.
“Yes, I would. I mean, yes, I would like to see your animal, Anton.” I wait for the flush to happen, but it doesn’t, making my stomach twist in a knot.
Do I not affect him like X does? Like it’s obvious Jasper does and he doesn’t want to admit it? Am I not… enough?

Biting my lip, I clench my fists, feeling the warring parts of me in a way that is usually reserved for the disapproval of people at my court. I’m frozen in place, unable to do anything but feel all the emotions rioting inside of me. Xerxes and I are much less internal than any of the others, so we frequently have surges that overwhelm us. It’s one of the first things we bonded over as kids; while Jasper’s fury externalizes as ‘demon acceptable’ fits of rage, our outbursts are less threatening. And unlike Zavida, we can’t hide behind our cloud of tails when it’s out of control.
“I mean, that is… Unless you don’t want to anymore. I know X is your, uh… and I’m touching… Maybe I shouldn’t be, but they said it was okay,” Kit stammers and I feel his sudden rush of blue vibes in his aura. His colors are changing on a dime and it’s because I’m too fucking dumbstruck to speak.
“Wait!” I blurt when his hand stops stroking X and an irritated hiss rattles from the cobra in his lap. “That’s not it. Give me a moment.”
The guy frowns, looking confused as fuck. I don’t blame him. He’s seeing more of me than anyone outside of Xerxes ever does. “But you’re freaking out. It’s like I can smell it.” He sniffs delicately, looking even more puzzled afterward. “And X-snake smells super pissy now. Emotion-wise, not actual piss-wise because that’s… definitely a line for me, which I didn’t know until right now.”
His jumbled nonsense makes me laugh, breaking the tension in my body as I laugh. “Okay. Good to know, but no one in our caliphate has that particular kink, in case you were wondering.”
“I should make a list,” he mumbles. “Lists are good. Lists make brain happy.”
Uh-oh. I broke him.
“Hey,” I say, snapping my fingers in front of his face. “Come back, man. I don’t want you to miss this. I’m told it’s quite spectacular.”
His eyes widen as he looks up at me, then smirks. “Now you’ve done it. The anticipation is killing me. I don’t know how you’re going to live up to the hype.”
The easy banter makes everything calmer and I note his aura mellowing out. Sighing in relief, I back up slightly, giving myself room to do this without riling up my mate. I’m pretty sure Kit saw enough of his hemis for today and my shift might get their snake antsy. “I never disappoint.”
“Less talk, more bird,” he says with a sly grin. “Stop edging me.”
Who the fuck taught him that word? I’m going to punch Oriel Bloodstone, for sure.
“Dirty mouth.” I don’t wait for him to respond as I reach inside, allowing the peacock within to spread its wings. He’s eager, champing at the bit to burst from my skin for this guy and the only other person who got that reaction is languishing in coils on the floor. My eyes close as the wave of emotions, colors, and metallic tang fill my frame until feathers sprout.
It takes mere seconds for the rainbow to cover my humanoid frame, and in a blink, my shape reforms into the largest size of my bird possible. The plumes shake on my head as clawed feet walk forward, my bird eyes narrowing in on the ultraviolet color spectrum I can see in the form. Kit and X’s auras are even more vibrant, emanating emotions like miniature explosions as I stop centimeters from them. My vision darts to the happily shaking tail of my mate, transfixed by the movement, then dart back to the dude I’m shifted for.
As soon as our gazes lock, my tail pops open, fanning out as my head bobs. A soft call escapes my beak and I almost lose control of myself when I feel my feathers shaking. Kit grins a little, shaking off the shocked look on his delicate features. His free hand gestures for me to come even closer, and without questioning it, I do. Chittering makes me jerk my head up, glaring at the kinkajou as she hops around on the cushion above Kit’s head.
No. Stay away, monkey rat.
I can’t say that, of course, because I don’t talk in this form. Half-shifted, sure, but not in the full monte. Instead, I ruffle my tailfeathers, puffing up as my feet stomp around to warn the familiar off. This is my time and she needs to fuck off before KK gets scared. I like Dottie, but I might strangle the little shit if she messes this up. Guilt fills me and I groan internally. Of course I won’t hurt the damn rodent, but I do want her to back the fuck off.
X hisses softly, likely sensing my irritation, but they don’t lift their head. It feels like they’re nesting right now and it’s never a good idea to fuck with a nesting cobra, especially a seven foot tall one.
“Annie, can I… touch the feathers?”
There’s no way for me to vocalize just how much I want that, but I bob my head, hoping he gets it. His smile widens as I stop dancing in place to warn Dottie off and just stay within his reach. With Kit sitting, I’m tall enough for my feathers to stick up higher than his head and my beady bird eyes almost roll back into my head when his fingers smooth over the eye of one. His thumb rubs it gently, and a trilling coo of happiness escapes.
That’s when it hits me just how irrevocably fucked X and I are; there’s no going back now.

77%

I frown at the big guy. We’re comfortable and I’m not eager for a lecture. “Why would you say that? He was quiet for once!”
PandaSalem sits up, his chubby panda body adorable as he yawns and stretches his paws in the air. The birds follow suit, and finally, Xerxes slithers off of me. I frown, feeling the warmth and safety slowly ebb when they’re not surrounding me. I might just get up and kick that fucking shark’s ass. Wrinkling my nose, I glare at Slash, waiting for him to answer as I sit up grumpily.
“Little demon, it is never good to have serious discussions when we are not in higher cognitive function forms. We can hear and process, but the primitive urges make true complex thoughts more difficult. I do not think you want to have the conversation twice, am I correct?”
Damn him. He’s absolutely right and I hate him for it.
“Fine!” I cross my arms over my chest, sighing heavily. “Go ahead and do the thing, guys.”
Jasper’s brow arches as all four of the other demons shift back to their humanoid forms, but he laughs when my hands fly to my eyes. “Forget something, shrimp?”
Fuming internally, I keep my hands glued over my face as I mutter, “Maybe. Someone could have warned me, though. Dickheads.”
“Aw, don’t be sour, Kit Kat,” Salem says in his rough, ‘just woke’ up voice. “Our nap was the highlight of this week. I’m totally ready to cook now.”
“You should have been cooking an hour ago,” Zavida grumbles after his stomach burbles. “But I get why you didn’t. We should probably order out so it’s faster.”
I don’t peek—I swear—as I wait for someone to tell me when the guys are at least covered. But I am glad Zav suggested takeout, so I nod. “I think that’s a good plan. I’m kind of hungry now and I bet you guys who were in class are, too.”
“Do whatever, but I’m still waiting for an answer as to what was going on in here and whether I have a mess to clean up from your absences.” Jasper finally stomps into the living area, throwing himself into his big chair opposite mine as his eyes flash. “You can take your damn hands off your eyes now, for fuck’s sake.”
I hate doing what he says, but I remove my palms to give him a dirty look. Dottie makes a loud, angry sound, scrambling down my body to shake her fist at the dragon and I smile. He’s not scared of her, obviously, but I appreciate her showing up every single time the fuckhead gets nasty with me. Petting her head, I push up and lean against my armchair. “You’re a prick, Jasper.”
“Perhaps, but I’m the head prick. Someone fill me in… now,” he growls as he leans his head back on the cushion of his chair. He rubs his temples, and I realize that he looks a bit haggard for someone who wasn’t hurt in the big battle.
I also realize that he’s been handling shit since it ended and I don’t know if he’s slept a wink—damn.
“Jas, I’m sure they emailed the professors. Right guys?” Zavida says, his eyes hopeful as his gaze darts from Salem to Anton to Oriel.
Anton nods and I almost let out a sigh of relief. That’s one. Maybe we won’t have to listen to the ‘clean up your messes’ portion of the rant. Salem and Oriel look sheepish, and I lick my lips as I avoid letting my eyes drift below their chins. Not one of the three of them put on a goddamned shirt, only sweats, and after the snuggle fest, I’m feeling far too warm to deal with that.
“Fuck,” Jasper mutters as he closes his eyes. “Of course you two delinquents didn’t bother.”
Salem chuckles, winking at me as he heads for the kitchen. “I’m going to get some menus so we can decide what we’re eating while he loses his shit.”
“That would be wise,” Slash says. When I look over at him, he’s studying the group around me, including Zavida sitting just a bit outside of the circle. Before I can figure out what his problem is, he’s dropped to the ground and is scooting over to us. His big hands pick up my feet and he grins toothily as he rubs them gently.
I’d complain but honestly? This level of pampering is becoming more comfortable than I’d like to admit. Perhaps I’m getting spoiled, but I can’t seem to make myself tell him to stop. Anton chuckles, grabbing X’s feet to join in, and when Salem returns with the menus, Oriel mimics us. Zavida frowns a bit and it makes my chest feel funny, so I jerk my chin at him with a shy smile. We’re still figuring things out, but I won’t let him feel excluded.
Jasper growls when his foxy lover allows me to take his pale feet in my lap, his eyes dark. “What the hell are all of you weirdos doing? Satan’s burnt taint, I can’t deal with this shit after today.”
There it is—the opening to find out why the shit he looks like he’s been run through a grain thresher.
“Maybe you could tell us what the hell crawled up your ass and died rather than taking your frustration out on me?” I say softly as I raise my eyes to his. My expression is serious and I’m approaching it like he’s a rabid animal on purpose. I think we could all use a break from his ire, but I also think Jasper needs a break from himself. He needs people to listen to his shit for a few minutes, even if he’s going to act like a dick later.
The Prince tilts his head, studying me as I lean against Xerxes while I’m working on Zav’s right arch. His gaze darts to the kitsune, a small smile cracking as he notices the tails wrapped around the dude. “Okay, fine. You want to hear what I had to deal with while you guys fucked around?”
“Hey, wait,” X says with a frown. “No one fucked anything. That should be made very clear. It was just everyone being comfy and feeling close to KK. It will happen for everyone, eventually, I’m sure. Don’t act like it was some rando hookup, J.”
A flutter in my chest makes me duck my head at his words, and the big guy holding my feet chuckles. His thumb runs over the sole of my foot gently and I look up at him through my lashes. “Careful, I can be ticklish.”
“Yes, that must be why I feel your pulse speeding up.” Slash smirks and I know my face must be getting even redder by the second.
Jasper growls. “Okay. X’s clarification is noted. Are you ready for the story now or what?”
“O, Captain, my Captain,” Oriel says, his voice tinged with playful sarcasm. “Regale us.”
If they don’t quit screwing with him, we’re going to get nowhere.
“Shut up, Oriel,” the Prince sighs. “So you asked about the bodies, right, shrimp?”
I nod, watching his face. “I did and no one’s ever answered me.”
“We’re not picky about that shit in Hell. The clean-up crews came for them and then disposed of them in the Wastelands if their families didn’t want to pay for them to be sent back to their homes.” I blink, looking shocked, but Jasper shrugs. “Demons that are permanently killed aren’t worth a damn thing and obviously, we don’t believe in reincarnation. Only the wealthiest or highest tiers of demon lines give a fuck about the dead. Don’t let it bother you.”
My eyes move to the others and see nods all around. “Weird. But I guess it makes sense. Why would any demons actually want the bodies then? And why the Wastelands? What did the bodies look like? Was there anything odd?”
Jasper blinks, shaking his head as if to clear it at my word vomit. “Uh… in order: rituals and parts, beasts who are carrion eaters, dead, and not that I know of.”
Slash laughs, winking at me. “The Prince loves to talk but I think he’s unused to your inquisitive nature, little demon.”
“Well, if we’re all getting closer, he should get used to it.”
“Hmmph.” The dragon’s grunt doesn’t tell me anything, but I wait for him to go. “Well, after that shit, I had to deal with Darkstar and then classes and… as promised, my father.”
Oh no.
“We’ve been cleared to go above this weekend. I tried to get him to push our permission further into the future so we’d all be top notch, but without telling him why, I wasn’t able to convince him. So we have to go tomorrow if we want to poke around the surface for dirt on our illustrious Headmaster.”
I wasn’t prepared for him to say that at all.
“Are you sure that’s wise, Jas?” Zavida whispers as he hugs his tails. “It’s dangerous for us to be there at all, much less when some of us are recovering.”
X snorts. “Guys, I’ll be fine by tomorrow. I’ve been regenerating all day and I spent hours in my animal form. And KK’s been good all day, I think. Right?”
All eyes whirl to me and I want to deny it, but I know it’s true. I’m fine now and I have no good excuse for avoiding the place I ran away from to come here.
God damn it.

78%

“Kit, calm down. No, we don’t have to tell him.”
His eyes open and he gives me a shy, grateful smile as he looks up at me. “Um, but if he’s not okay, we can tell Oriel. He’s approved.”
My lips twist and I arch a brow. “I’m not enough already? You’re breaking my heart, firecracker.”
“Ugh, is that going to stick? I know you guys said a pet name for each of you, but…”
I shrug, brushing hair out of his eyes. “I kinda like it, so maybe. You definitely blow up when your fuse is lit.”
He’s about to respond when I hear footsteps in the hallway. It would take a shifter hearing to pick it up, but I let go, moving back reluctantly to honor his request about being discreet for a while. “Salem!”
I frown, not understanding why he’s saying my name like that. “What?”
“Did you pull away because there was stomping in the hall?”
My eyes widen and I nod, grinning again. “I did. You said you wanted⁠—”
“I heard them, too.”
Hot damn. Now that’s what I call a good fucking morning.

No Roots
Kit/Kat
Iswallow hard as Salem moves away from me, shivering as my body immediately misses the heat of his pressed close. My lack of panic proves how much I’ve learned to trust my roommate over the past few months. I don’t know what to make of that, but I definitely know it’s a huge step in terms of healing. These dudes have been slowly conditioning me to accept physical touch—something I didn’t really notice, but I realize now was to help me in ways they couldn’t say out loud.
Thinking I’d bitch at them is a fair assessment.
My defense mechanisms are sharp and formidable; I needed to keep the softest parts of me away from the people who could hurt me after the incident. But Salem and some of the others are peeling them like a fucking onion, which is both exciting and dangerous. I couldn’t tell him ‘no’, though. My body, my heart, even my brain—none of them wanted me to say that word when he asked. All I could do was consent and now my insides are this weird mess of buzzing anticipation and squishiness for the kind panda demon.
So I do what I know: deflection. “Hearing the steps is one of the power manifestations, right? That’s maybe…. a shifter thing?”
His lips curve up and by the look in his eyes, I know Salem has caught on to my scheme. However, he doesn’t call me out; he just nods, walking over to the cabinets and gathering some supplies from our stores. “I do, Kit Kat. Obviously, a lot of animals have good hearing and most have better hearing than the humans. It doesn’t tell us much—yet.”
“And the magic thing is confounding us for now.” I frown, my elation at the small moment of connection with him fizzling. “So really, we don’t know hardly anything more than when I got here.”
Salem makes a huffing sound as he methodically packs up his granola bars, organizing each pile by the ribbon color before he slides them into a sealed bag. “Don’t be silly, KK. We know you might have three things which is rare as shit, and we know that your magic is scary AF. The time thing paired with that display at the stadium gives us some clues, and so does the hearing. I bet you’ve had other⁠—”
A loud pounding at the door precedes it sliding open to reveal a beaming X and Anton. Xerxes holds up two bags, their eyes dancing. “Uniforms and the casual stuff—school logoed, of course. I have plans for some other stuff I’ll make for non-school fashion.”
I blink, my chest tightening again as I look at the two of them. “You had to get up super early to catch the supply store without a line on a Saturday.”
“Point of fact, they didn’t sleep,” Anton grumbles fondly. “Naps don’t work well for Xerxes; they tend to fuck up their circadians.”
Dipping my chin, I mutter, “Sorry, guys. That’s my fault.”
X snorts, and I look up to see them striding into the room without waiting for permission. “Hardly. We’re grown demons and I didn’t give a shit. It was very comfy, and my snake is practically docile since. Don’t take on guilt that doesn’t belong to you, KK.”
Anton gives me a small smile, his chin tucked as his pretty eyes communicate similar happiness in his less flashy way. “You seem to be well this morning.”
My eyes widen, but I clamp down on my emotions quickly. Salem chuckles as he continues preparing for our trip at the counter. I clear my throat, shrugging as if it’s no big deal. “I do feel stronger. Obviously, so does X. I should probably take the stuff they’ve got and get dressed for the trip, right?”
Salem turns to wink at me, then looks over at the other two. “We should let Kit Kat get settled before⁠—”
The door to the dorm flies open again, and Oriel slips in, a stack of clothing in his arms. It doesn’t look new, but a sniff tells me it’s not dirty. His eyes are tired, but he’s smiling a little. “Morning, KK. I brought you some surface-type gear from one of my hordes. I figured you didn’t have much to wear up there since you came with so little shit.”
Every demon in the room looks at him with their jaws dropped like a fucking cartoon character. I frown, tilting my head as I study them then glance at the crow shifter. “Why is everyone acting like you showed up naked painted in pancake syrup?”
Oriel guffaws, the caw-like edge of it telling me that he finds this extremely funny. I haven’t heard him do that before—I don’t think? His eyes sparkle at me as he catches his breath a moment later. “Kit Kat, you’re fucking ridiculous. That is not the ‘naked in syrup’ expression—I promise you, you won’t be able to miss that.”
“Okay, Mr. Pedantry, why are they so damn shocked?” I fold my arms over my chest, giving him a stern glare.
“Because… Oriel never and I really mean never in a thousand years has given any of us a damn thing from one of his fucking treasure troves.” X puts their hands on their face, still looking amazed. “I mean, my flabbers are fucking ghasted, man.”
The crow furrows his brows, frowning at them darkly. “Stop it, asshole.”
“Is that true?” I ask curiously. “Like never?”
“It’s not as big a deal as they’re making it,” he grumbles as he stomps towards the kitchen area. When he gets close, he thrusts the pile at me, and I look at it. I get the feeling it’s sized perfectly and probably exactly like something I’d wear. “Just go get dressed before Prince Prickface gets here.”
I lick my lips, hugging the pile to my chest as X jerks their head at the door to my room. “Okay. But um, thank you, Oriel.” I get the strangest urge to peck a kiss on his cheek, but there are too many people in this room. Instead, I give him a soft, grateful smile before I follow the cobra towards my room.
X opens the door, setting the bags they brought inside the door and winks. “Don’t worry, Kit Kat. We’re out here if you need help with anything.”
“I’m pretty sure I can get dressed on my own, Xerxes.”
At least, for now I can. Who knows what I’ll need to keep my secret later on?