“No. She won’t. But we will.”

Surprised by that answer, Aidan pulled his legs off the bed and rolled to his side, resting on his elbow. He looked down at Brannie, whose focus was still on the ceiling.

“We’ll be leaving?”

“Uh-huh.”

“And you know this . . . how?”

“I’ve been part of a military Clan since hatching. All me aunts, uncles, cousins, siblings . . . almost all of them in the military. And my father, the peacemaker . . . ? Well, you can’t have peace without war and you can’t make truces and alliances without understanding war. I spent the first years of my life attached to his tail while he plotted and planned with the brilliant elders of the Southlands. So, I’ll admit it’s a guess.” She finally looked at him. “But I’d be shocked if I was wrong.”

“But we still have tonight.”

“No one would be foolish enough to enter these territories at night. All the warrior witches I’ve known are like cats. They look for prey when the suns go down. I doubt the Destroyers are any different. We’ll be safe until the morning.”

“Good.” Aidan moved into a crouch, reaching down to grab Brannie under the arms and lifting her up as he stood.

He tossed her over his shoulder and Brannie laughed, slapping at his ass.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Looking for somewhere we haven’t already fucked.” He turned in a complete circle. “I don’t see anything. Everything in this room has been defiled.”

“We haven’t used the bed . . . except to sleep.”

“You’re right!” He pulled her off his shoulder and casually tossed her onto the bed. Branwen bounced once and flipped onto the floor.

“Brannie!” Horrified, Aidan scrambled over the bed to the other side. Brannie was curled into a ball, laughing so hard, she could barely breathe.

“Are you all right?”

But she was laughing too hard to even answer.

“By the gods, female.” He reached down and pulled her onto the bed. “You are ridiculous.”

He checked to make sure nothing was broken or, at the very least, knocked out of an important socket. But he should have known better. This was Branwen the Awful. She’d survived a mountain crumbling around her with barely a scratch and a lightning bolt to the back. So surviving a flip off a bed . . . ?

Aidan sat on the mattress and waited for Brannie to stop laughing, which she did eventually. But then she became fascinated with the actual bed.

“What are you doing?” he finally asked when he got tired of watching her crawl around the bed and press her hands into it.

“Wondering why it’s so bouncy. None of our beds at home are bouncy. You’d think Annwyl would have bouncy beds.”

“Seriously?”

She stopped, gazed at him. “What?”