Flawless Evans, Gabrielle (ebook smartphone .txt) 📖

right hand and waved it in front of him. Kieran’s clothes disappeared.

“I mean what could I possibly do to help?”

“Hey!”

Lynk snapped his fingers, binding Kieran to the sofa so that only his eyes and lips could move. “Obviously I’m far too weak to participate in such a dangerous endeavor.”

“Lynk Braddock, I swear to everything that is holy, if you don’t—” He snapped his fingers again, effectively cutting off Kieran’s threat. “You’ll do what exactly?” True, he needed Kieran’s strength.

He melted under the man’s dominance. The silence from his whirlwind of thoughts could only be brought about by what his mate could give him.

That didn’t mean that he was going to roll over and expose his belly when people he loved were in danger, though. Kieran might have several inches and nearly forty pounds on him, but when it came down to logistics, Lynk would always win. He wasn’t a child. He wasn’t helpless. And they were going to damn sure stop treating him as such.

“Lynk, this isn’t going to help,” Torren admonished, though he looked to be having a hard time keeping a straight face.

Very well then. Lynk waved a hand toward his brother, stripping Torren, and mumbled under his breath. All at once, Torren flew backward, pinned to the wall and splayed out with his hands over his head. “You were saying?”

“You know I’m stronger than you.” Torren’s muscles bunched as he strained against his invisible bonds.

“Prove it.”

His brother smiled wickedly, and the next thing Lynk knew he was curled into a pretzel on the floor with his feet behind his head. So undignified.

Kieran shook with laughter, though he was still unable to open his lips. His amusement at Lynk’s predicament was less than endearing.

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room. Torren’s mate stopped dead in his tracks, cocked his head to the side, and arched an eyebrow.

“What are you doing?” he asked casually, addressing Torren as though nothing unusual was happening.

“Lynk started it.”

Aslan snorted. “Right. That’s why he looks like he’s trying to shove his head up his own ass.” He turned his attention to Kieran. “Is he going to be okay? He looks like he’s about to have a stroke.” Lynk wiggled around like a turtle that had been flipped on his shell so that he could get a better look at his lover. That poor guy looked like he was about to burst with his face almost purple from having to hold in his laughter. Deciding to take pity on him, Lynk released his gag spell. Once freed, Kieran roared with laughter, his whole body vibrating with it.

Still locked in the embarrassing and uncomfortable position, Lynk suddenly found himself levitating off the floor until he hovered two feet or so from the carpet. He only had a second to glare at his brother before he started spinning in circles so fast that he thought he was going to puke as the room whizzed by him in a blur.

“Okay!” he finally shouted. “I give!” Torren didn’t let up, though. Faster and faster he spun, sometimes even somersaulting in the air until it felt like his brain was going to explode out of the top of his skull and his stomach lodged in his throat. Unfortunately, he knew from past experience that Torren wouldn’t stop until Lynk either vomited or passed out. It had been Torren’s favorite way to torture him when they were kids.

His mate’s laughter came to abrupt halt, and he was off the sofa and snarling in Torren’s face before Lynk even registered what was happening. “Put him down.”

Heedless of the warning in Kieran’s tone, Torren chuckled and sent Lynk tumbling through the air around the room. It was in that moment that Kieran did the worst possible thing he could have done.

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He wrapped his fingers around Torren’s neck and squeezed, breaking the witch’s concentration.

Lynk stopped spinning and fell onto the coffee table like a ton of bricks, snapping it as though it was made of nothing more than cardboard, and causing him to cry out in pain. Abandoning his hold on Torren, Kieran flew to his side, his hands hovering over Lynk, obviously not sure where or if to touch him.

“Oh, shit. Lynk, talk to me. Are you okay? Where does it hurt, sugar?”

“Everywhere.” The room was still spinning, and he felt like the table wasn’t the only thing broken. “This is so your fault.”

“Yes,” Kieran replied solemnly. “It is. I’m sorry. I’ll tell you anything you want to know. You can come with us into Bannon’s dream. Whatever you want.”

It wasn’t how he’d planned to gain his mate’s acquiescence.

Surely there could have been a less painful way. Still, it accomplished what he’d set out to do. Only, he’d wanted to prove he could handle himself, not have Kieran fawn all over him because he’d ended up getting his ass handed to him by his big brother. “You’re naked.” It was so very hard for Lynk to think coherently with his mate hovering over him, gloriously bare and smelling so wonderful.

“And whose fault is that?” Kieran arched an eyebrow at him, though he was smiling that special, confident smile that always turned Lynk into putty.

“Oh, right. Revelabit.” Instantly, Kieran’s clothes reappeared, though Lynk was a bit sorry to see all of that smooth, tanned skin go.

It wasn’t like he didn’t have access to it whenever he wanted, though.

Kieran would never deny him, always viewing them as equals.

That thought alone went a long way in soothing his agitation over Kieran’s secret keeping. Whatever his mate was hiding, he did it to protect Lynk, not because he thought Lynk was weak, but because that was what people did when they loved someone. They went to any lengths to protect them—even from themselves.

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“Can you move?”

The pain had already begun to subside, and he didn’t feel quite