He was such a handsome male specimen. And what a find to have a dark elf as a pet, the necromancer inside her whispered.
She smiled at him, secretly amused when he inched closer to Mormo.
Everyone turned at her entrance. She fought not to blush. “Hello.”
The others nodded at her, though Rolf gave her a wicked grin.
Khent glared at him before drawing her close to him by the counter. “Would you like something to eat?”
Suddenly famished, she nodded. “Please.”
Mormo studied her then grabbed a tray from the refrigerator and slid it in front of her.
To her surprise, she noticed a steaming plate of eggs, bacon, and blueberry pancakes.
That he’d taken from the refrigerator.
“It’s magic,” Onvyr garbled, his mouth full. “Splendid stuff.”
“Eat, female.” Khent’s use of “female” didn’t please her, but the affection he lent to the word was different.
The others studied him.
To her shock, she swore he flushed.
“What?” he snapped.
“Nothing at all, oh, winged one,” Rolf answered.
“Yes. That.” Mormo crossed his arms over his chest. “Explain the wings.” He had long white hair now, Val noted with surprise. His deep red robe fit with the hair and…pointedears? He looked like some cult member from a bad LOTR role play.
“Why are your ears pointed?” Onvyr asked before she could. “You’re not fae. Or are you?”
“What I am is not important.”
“You got that right,” Orion muttered, shared a grin with Rolf, and shut up when Mormo glared him to silence.
“Wings,” Mormo said again.
Everyone waited for Khent to explain. Especially Val. Those wings meant something she should understand. It had something to do with his connection to death.
“I’m a reaper.”
“And?” Val said. “Come on. I’m not a vampire, but even I know reapers don’t have wings. Unless that’s some kind of weird shifting thing reapers can do.”
“Is it, Khent?” Orion asked.
Khent sighed. “No. I don’t think so. It’s just who I am. Kind of like you convey the power of the water gods, Kraft takes on a monstrous wolf form, and Varu commands Bloode Stones.”
“And of course, I outshine all of you with my brilliance.” Rolf nodded. “But what about Duncan? He’s left out. Poor little revenant.”
Orion chuckled. “He’s such a snot. He’s just smart and fast is all.”
“Faster than any revenant I’ve ever met,” Mormo said. “All of you are exceptional in some way.”
Val snickered into her food as she ate. At the sudden silence, she glanced up, alarmed to find everyone studying her. “What?”
“You find our excellence amusing?” Khent asked.
