My Secret, My Bully, My Mates

When I am done I can hear voices on the other side of the door. They weren't sleeping as soundly as I thought.

"Seriously, Midge! You cannot do that!" Wyatt runs his fingers through his already messy hair.

"Do what? I woke up and took a shower. Or did you miss the noise I made in the bathroom in your anger at my not being in your line of sight?" I raise an eyebrow, crossing my arms over my toweled form. He looked slightly ashamed of his outburst, but then squared his shoulders. "You have to tell someone if you leave. That wound is still too fresh for surprises."

"So, you are telling me, that if I wake up in the middle of the night and have to pee, that I have to ask permission to walk across the room to the attached bathroom, so you feel better?" I tilt my head slightly, daring him to say anything else that comes close to stupid. My irritation is bubbling right under the surface. He knows how I feel about being put in a bubble.

"We were all worried, when you weren't here. Jena woke up in a panic yelling for you, and..." I cut him off moving to Jena quickly.

This happens regularly, but it's not my story to tell. I sit next to her and wrap her in a hug, her head tucked under my chin.

"I'm sorry, it's my fault they are all freaking out." She whispers into my neck. "I can't shake the nightmare and you are the only thing that seems to bring me out of it." This time she is talking loud enough to be heard by everyone.

I just nod. "It's okay, we'll figure it out as we go, like everything else."

I can say more, there's a knock

twenty minutes. The Luna Queen wanted me to let you know that

this, drop

these castle walls, missy. You are an honored guest as are Miss Mina and Miss Jena. The title stays while you stay. On the warrior compound I will concede to your request." He winks at me before closing the door. The girls and I laugh

there are three of us and I can guarantee a minimum

stand up, securing my towel

ready before the boys, waiting in the hallway for them to come out. All of us, except Xander are decked out in warrior gear. If you didn't know who we were to Xander it would

almost too small, t-shirts showing off every muscle they have in their upper body. The tactical cargo pants hide more, but still look rugged and intimidating all

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feels like butter

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