Moral Compass

Chapter Forty-Nine

Is this a hangover?

Fallon had never felt pain like the pain she currently felt in her head. Like an incessant banging. As if someone was knocking against the inside of her head, begging to be let out.

She rolled over, burying her head into her pillow, trying and failing to drown out the pain.

She breathed the pillow in, recognising Seth's scent. She was in his room. In his bed. In his house. Safe.

Why was that so important?

She sat up in the bed, waiting for her mind to catch up with her.

The sound of voices drifting in through the ajar door served as a welcome distraction.

"You're being completely unreasonable, tracker." Kyra was here. Fallon smirked a little. She seriously couldn't imagine her sister standing anywhere in this house. It was too normal for Kyra's tastes.

"I think the events of the last twenty-four hours are proof enough that you Amazons are the furthest thing from reasonable," Seth bit back.

Clutching her head and groaning, Fallon rolled her eyes. She contemplated standing up and heading down, but decided to give it another minute. Just enough for the dizziness to die down.

"The best place for Fallon to recover right now is the Amazon fortress," Kyra insisted. "Her home."

"Her home is here. With me." Even from up here she could hear the exasperation in Seth's voice. "Have a biscuit and quit whining."

"She belongs at the Amazon fortress. She'll recover better there."

"Bullshit. She's not recovering at all if she's left to get better in a fucking hammock."

Another male voice sounded. Claudio's. "He's got a point Kyra."

Kyra scoffed, doubling back. "She's spent her entire life in those swinging hammocks. It's where she's comfortable."

She could picture the look on Seth's face right now. He was going to rub it in. He'd push all of Kyra's buttons if she let him. "I wasn't going to drop this on you Kyra—TMI and all—but historically, whenever I've had Fallon in my bed, she's been pretty fucking comfortable."

A heated pressure awakened in her core.

"So now you're saying you've slept with her."

"Repeatedly." She could hear the smirk in his voice. "That's right, the irritating, non-versatile tracker has been boning your sexy as fuck sister. And I haven't just been boning her."

"Gods you're disgusting."

"Fallon seems to like it. In fact, I'd say she more than likes it. She loves it. Like she loves me. The non-versatile tracker."

"Oh give it a rest."

"Say hello to your future brother-in-law. Fallon's chose me so now you're stuck with me."

"What Fallon needs right now is peace and quiet."

Seth pushed onwards, saying, "And I'm sure the Amazon fortress, home to hundreds of sisters, is a true haven of serenity."

"He must've brainwashed her," Kyra theorised.

"She needs to be here. Here's where she's staying."

"She needs the fortress."

"What she needs is a homecooked meal, a foot rub and a break. You don't qualify to give her any one of those."

She could go for all three of those right now.