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All her life Truly Davelvon has been kept a secret from the rest of Atlantis, a nation founded by pirates five hundred years ago. She's a Davelvon, descended from...
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The next morning, Truly shifts under her covers and groans as her head pounds, reminding her of the overabundance of alcohol she consumed the night before. After Killian tackled her, the skinny ass Irishman wouldn't let her out of his sight. Decreed as his 'baby unicorn' with Heather by her side, the only thing Tru could think of doing was drowning her embarrassment away with a hell of a lot of Guinness, and maybe a few shots of vodka.
As she moves, a heavy purr next to her head soothes her. Her long haired orange cat, Nutty, slumbers next to her, letting her know that she at least made it back to her room. She's sure it's thanks to her sorority sisters, and from the faint memory of a man whispering goodnight, Sparkles, she's guessing her new Psi daddy, Killian, also helped escort her home.
"TRU!" One of her sisters' yells from the outside door of her suit, making Tru's head throb. "You got a hot visitor at the front door!"
Tru's heart leaps into her throat when her mind automatically jumps to Kade. "You dumbass." She catches her own excitement and forces herself to cool it. "Calm down. Why the hell would Kade come to check on you?"
In complete defiance to what her body is telling her to do, Tru pulls herself up from off her white cotton sheets and throws back the purple and blue bohemian comforter on her bed, before padding across the faded oak floor, still in her jean shorts and t-shirt from last night. "Comin'," she croaks out as she opens the door to her room. She quickly passes through, shutting the door behind her so that Nutty doesn't make a grand escape.
"Oh sweety." A dark-brown-haired girl grimaces from the doorway. "You look rough. Do you want me to send the hottie away?"
"Did ye get te lad's name?" It's hard to judge if she wants to send a person off without knowing who the hell is looking for her.
A smirk pulls at the corner of the young tawny skinned twenty-year-old named Jayla. "Finn Davelvon."
Tru's eyes close, cursing her damn luck, as she shakes her head. "Noh, don't send him away. Do ye mind sending him up t'ough?"
"Sure thing, sugar." Jayla pats the door frame. "But will your brother mind?"
Tru's brows furrow in confusion and she shakes her head. "Noh?"
"Okay." The doubt in Jay's voice confuses Truly even more as she watches her scamper off.
In the few minutes she has, Tru hurries back into her room to scrub last night's makeup off her face with a towelette, switches into her pajamas, and throws her hair up into a messy bun, before she crawls back under her covers just in time for Finn to walk into her room.
The tall, slender twenty-three-year-old stops in the doorway and looks her over. "Ye look like shite, what te feck happened to ye?"
Tru groans and rolls toward Nutty, disturbing the cat enough that he moves off the pillow and crawls across her body before jumping down off the bed. "I t'ink I'm sick."
