My Mate Can't be a Bird! (I swear I'm not into that kind of stuff)

18: Keeping Up With the The Blood-Sworn Life(The real extra chapter lol)

Reminder: I've posted THREE new chapters in the last 7 days. Just letting you know so you don't miss anything

Anna_chase_18 asked for a cadre-focused chapter, and meanwhile I was dying to see the cadre's reaction to this thing so here we are!

It's called the blood sworn because technically "The cadre" is something Aelin comes up with, but she doesn't know about them yet!

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A meeting Room

Doranelle

Fenrys

Fenrys staggered into the dim meeting room, trying his best to hide a nasty injury Maeve had left on him. The rest of the blood-sworn males of Maeve were already there: Gavriel and Vaughan, and Lorcan, too, in the shadowy far corner at the end of the table. Rowan should have been here, but the lucky bastard was in Mistward, probably having the time of his life "training"(read: f*****g) that beauty, Aelin Galathynius. If he wasn't sulking like he usually was.

Gavriel and Vaughan, perhaps scenting Maeve on him, cast him a sympathetic glances from where they sat; Lorcan continued to pay a little to much attention to polishing his dagger.

Their table was laden with food-a feast; after all, it was supposed to be a debriefing by Maeve. The flickering firelight illuminated all that lay on the table: there were fruits, wines, freshly baked breads, too many dishes to count, really, and a delicious-looking apple pie for dessert. The poor table was barely six feet long, and it had difficulty containing all of the goods the servants had placed on it.

Fenrys took a seat next to Gavriel and cleared his throat. Lorcan's shoulders tensed almost imperceptibly as he continued to polish. Fenrys could feel envy dripping off the lunatic of a male. He was in one of his moods again; Lorcan thought warming Maeve's bed was some kind of honor, and the fact that she hadn't slept with him made him jealous of all those who had.

This led to little fits of moodiness directed towards him and the rest of the blood-sworn over the years. (Well, besides Rowan, since Maeve did not sleep with him as it would be incest, but Lorcan hated Rowan for other things)

Fenrys was used to such displays of immature jealousy by now, and he simply ignored it in favor of grabbing one of the pretty green apples in front of him.

That worked like a charm.

"Wait for the Queen, fool," Lorcan growled at him, face set in a snarl. With his blunt, dull teeth, it looked quite unthreatening.

Fenrys flashed his own sharp canines in a grin. "Oh haven't you heard? Maeve's cancelled on us."

One of Lorcan's bushy eyebrows twitched in anger, as though he did not quite believe him.

"Ah, I see," Gavriel, ever the peace-maker, quickly took charge. "it was good of you to deliver the message, Fenrys."

"Thank you, Gavriel," Fenrys said sweetly, "It is quite nice when one's helpful actions are appreciated here."

Lorcan was not having it. He didn't like being left out, and as the leader, he felt it was his right to do any of the leading.

"Well, has she given any messages? Commands?"

"You need to calm down," Fenrys muttered, just low enough that Lorcan wouldn't hear, and bit into his apple. It was perfect.

Lorcan sheathed his dagger, set it on the table, and proceeded to glare at Fenrys. Drama Queen. Fenrys spent a few more moments chewing on the apple's perfection.