“You want us to touch you,” Ace finished for her, his voice dropping into a low, wicked purr as he moved to her other side to let his hand ghost over the curve of her hip. “The ‘shaking’ is your body demanding a much deeper grounding than a simple hand on the shoulder. You’ve got three centuries of our pent-up static inside you now, sweetheart, and a little spark won’t fix it. You need a full discharge.”
Looking between the three of us, her chest heaving and her lips parted, she asked, “What does that mean? A full discharge?”
“It means we go inside,” Raiden rumbled, his grip tightening possessively around her. “It means we stop the training and start the healing. You can’t walk this off, little mouse. If we don’t ground you properly, the fever will spike until you pass out.”
Without ano
