My Salvation - Page 111

Leon set a plate of pancakes in front of them. “Raspberry compote is almost ready, or we have maple syrup,” he said, setting a white ceramic pitcher next to the plate.

Priest dove into the pancakes, creating a stack of six, which he then proceeded to douse in syrup. She put two on her plate and waited for the compote.

A couple minutes later, Leon set a bowl next to her. “Fresh from the stove.”

She dug into the cooked fruit mixture and coated her pancakes.

Behind them, Heath walked in. Seeing them, he smiled. “How are you feeling?”

She got up and gave him a huge hug. She remembered his even-keeled attitude and how he managed Priest at his snarliest. “Better, thanks to you.”

He shook his head. “The doctors deserve that praise.” He steered her back toward her chair, then sat on the other side of her at the breakfast bar.

“Priest, I thought you said your dream saw her being ripped apart. But she almost died from bullet wounds,” Heath said, spearing three pancakes for himself.

Cas turned to her mate. “You saw what?”

“Right before I met you, I dreamt you were ripped apart by many hands.” He scowled. “Why didn’t I get a warning about ferals with guns?”

She sat back. “I was getting overwhelmed. In the months before the queen’s edict, I had so many clients, and I was trying to help everyone. Though I’m not an empath, some of their stories haunted me. I think you were seeing what I was experiencing at the time. In my dreams, you were the light that refreshed me.”

“So, they’re not prophetic?” Kincaid asked, almost desperately.

Priest shook his head. “I don’t think so. Meryn said the dreams can sometimes work in metaphors, too.”

Kincaid nodded. “Metaphors. Right. Of course.”

“You okay over there, witchling?” Heath asked.

“Never better,” he answered almost too quickly.

Heath, Leon, and Aeson replied. “Uh-huh.”

Cas turned to Aeson. “Any fallout from the Committee randomly expiring?”

Leon laughed out loud. “Who is there left that can complain? We sent a message, and it was heard.”

Priest shoved a huge forkful of pancakes in his mouth.

Heath covered his pancakes in syrup. “Did Kendrick ever make it back?” he asked.

Aeson grinned. “Yes, and evidently wants to send Priest a bill for the therapy the twins need after seeing Priest’s third form.”

Her mate inhaled in indignation and began to choke.

Heath continued chewing as he stood and began the Heimlich.

Seconds later, a wad of half-chewed pancake shot across the kitchen.

Priest gasped for air. “That…that’s not fair.”

Heath shook his head. “I may need therapy. Make sure you never do that in front of the kids.” He smiled. “It was amazing though. I heard Gaius put your name forward as future Eagle Elder because of it.”

Priest shuddered. “No way.”

Leon looked at her. “Priest is allergic to responsibility.”

Priest threw a napkin at Leon. “I do my work. I’m just not volunteering for more work.”