Oron watched as Felix crossed his tiny arms over his chest in an effort to look menacing, though he and Darian were probably the only ones who could see him.
Law wiped at his eyes from silent laughter. "She does this to me every damn time," he complained, barely able to breathe. Two of the other warriors around the room buried their faces in their hands to hide their own laughter.
Pierce looked over at Aiden. "Seriously though, what did she learn about butts in Noctem Falls?"
Law inhaled as he leaned back slightly and fell off his chair. To see a man that size laughing on the floor was all it took to set everyone off.
"Serenity, I don't think he's breathing," Micah commented, watching Law wrap his arms around his mid-section, making pained facial expressions.
"If he can laugh, he can breathe," she said, shaking her head at Meryn's shenanigans
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"See, I told you Izzy, this is a nice place." A warrior commented, coming up behind them from the direction of the front door.
"I don't know, it's mostly men and they look kinda drunk to me. Maybe this is like a bar or sex dungeon. Like a drunken, gay, sex dungeon," a piping female replied.
"Oh gods above, I can't breathe!" Law called from the floor. Oron shook his head at the man's plight.
Micah's eyes bugged out. "A drunken, gay, sex dungeon?"
Meryn nodded. "They're all a buncha mannequins."
"They like the rough stuff, huh?" the sweet voice asked.
"No! What?" Aiden looked from one female to the other then paused. "How did you know she meant masochist?"
"We were talking about sex dungeons, I kinda extrapolated that the misused random word that began with the letter 'm' was a term that more accurately fit the conversation. It wasn't that hard actually."
"She meant masochist?" Micah asked.
Serenity stood over Law now looking concerned. "Okay, my earlier assessment may have been off, I don't think he's getting any oxygen." She placed her hands on his chest and eased his laughter.
Law gasped for air. "Gods Meryn, you can't keep doing this to me!" he managed to croak out.
"So, not a sex dungeon?"
Chuckling Oron turned in his chair and suddenly he couldn't breathe for reasons of his own, the petite auburn-haired beauty who had understood nutty Meryn perfectly was his mate!
CHAPTER THREE
Isabelle Campbell took in the scene before her. The men were laughing uncontrollably, except for the tall blond in front on her. He looked positively gobsmacked.
"Hello," she said, unsure of what to do. He was staring after all.
He rose from his chair and walked over to her. He cupped her face in his two large hands before using a thumb to wipe the soot from the top of her nose.
"You really did set that coffee shop on fire, didn't you?" he asked, a note of wonder in his voice.
She frowned up at him. "How on earth could you possibly know that? We just got here." She turned slightly to face Cameron. "Did you call ahead and tell everyone?"
Cameron looked as confused as she felt. "No Izzy, I swear I didn't."
"Gods above, she's your mate, isn't she?" The huge man asked before sitting down next to the smaller woman.
The man standing over her, nodded slowly. "I've been dreaming of her." He grinned. "She always seemed to be in trouble."
Izzy brought her hands up to his wrists to remove his hands and stepped back. "It's not my fault, trouble just finds me," she protested.