Free Oracles' Light [PUP Squad Alpha 8] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Abby Blake Page B

the problem was just a disagreement between Dyson and Kristen, he’d felt confident there would be a resolution soon. But if what Dyson surmised was actually true, then they were faced with something far more difficult to fix. Suddenly, the vague rosy future he’d been planning for the three of them seemed far less certain.
    “If you figured all of this out, why haven’t you done anything about it?”
    Anger flared briefly in Dyson’s eyes, the flames of his demon heritage dancing in his irises, but he quickly locked the emotion away.
    “Because nothing we can say or do will fix it. She doesn’t have the skills of the others. We can’t make her feel a part of something that she isn’t really a part of, and we can’t expect her to change to suit us. If she’d stayed in the quiet, mousy personality, chances are neither of us would have noticed her any more than we’ve noticed any of our other assignments. If she hadn’t argued with us and stood up for herself, she would have been as invisible to us as she was to everyone else.”
    Angus didn’t know whether to laugh or tear the man in two. He settled for words, since unexplained humor and uncontrolled violence wouldn’t do either of them any good.
    “For a smart man you really are an idiot sometimes.” Dyson looked stunned by Angus’s announcement rather than insulted. “It doesn’t matter what personality trait first caught our attention. The only question is do we love the woman underneath? Did you feel she was playing some sort of acting part in bed with us? Do you think she was only pretending to like the sex?”
    Dyson shook his head, either in denial of his questions or from complete and utter confusion. Whatever the fire demon meant by his response, Angus decided to push on.
    “Simple fact is that we both love her because of the woman underneath. Not the outward behavior but the true, loving personality underneath. She cares for us. I know she does. If she’s pulling away like you suggest, then it’s because she’s worried we love the illusion she created, not the shy, devoted, sweet woman underneath.”
    “Then why are we standing here talking about it when we could be upstairs proving it to our woman?”
    Angus laughed softly, nodded his approval, and then followed Dyson upstairs.

Chapter Eight
     
    Her bedroom door flew open, nearly scaring the life out of her. She sat up in bed, her hand pressed against her heart, as she stared at the men who came into her room.
    “What’s happened?” she asked quickly. Surely they would have knocked if it was anything less than an emergency.
    “We’ve decided,” Angus said, with a grin that could only be described as determined, “that you’ve had enough time wallowing in self-pity.”
    “Wallowing?” she asked in a nearly breathless voice. The accusation stung, even if it was a little bit true.
    “Yes, baby girl, wallowing.” Both men stood at the end of the bed, arms crossed over their muscular chests, their eyes watching her every expression. “Did you think we would let you go just because you don’t have the same skills as the others?”
    “But I don’t,” she said quietly, the shock of being confronted this way making her voice stronger than she’d intended. “I’m not one of them. I’m not a part of this…this…war or whatever it is that I somehow found myself in. I’m a plain-old ordinary human in the middle of a bunch of extraordinary beings. I’m not special. I’m no one. I don’t belong here.” And then under her breath she added, “I don’t belong anywhere.”
    Her voice cracked on the last word, and she closed her eyes against the fear that this was really the end. They’d finally realize that she was no one special and then go on with their own lives.
    She felt the bed dip on either side of her, and she opened her eyes in confusion.
    “You belong right here, baby girl,” Angus said as he slid an arm around her waist.
    “You’re special to us. You belong with