Page 126 of Hateful Prince
“Loud?”
“The thoughts. Even with my walls up, they’re pressing against me. There’s this undercurrent of ominous anticipation. Something big is coming.”
“Want to get out of here? We can go to my room. It’s quiet there.”
“God, yes, please.”
“Come on. I have to earn that man of your dreams title.”
That made yet another pair sensing the promise of something dark hovering on the horizon. But what kind of storm was coming? And when would it hit? I despised not knowing the answers.
“Hey Thorne, you think Caleb has an extra large stick up his ass or something? His face is more constipated than usual.”
“Jesus, Kingston. Do you ever give it a rest? Just one night to be grown-ups. That’s all we want.”
“I’m a grown-up. I’m a dad. That’s the most grown-up of grown-ups.”
“If you have to call yourself a grown-up grown-up, you are not, in fact, grown up.”
“He doesn’t ever look constipated. Caleb is broody, yes, I’m actually sure that’s part of his DNA, but you’re right, Kingston. Something is wrong.”
“See, my Sunshine understands me.”
“Sunday might be the only one of us who consistently can.”
“Thorne, you’re such a liar. You know you love me. Wankmates, remember?”
“It was one time, Kingston. One time.”
“You say once, I say at least thrice.”
“Does it count when you do it when I’m in the room? Because if so, it's way more than thrice. The two of you are always wanking off on me.”
“If we weren’t in the middle of a room full of strangers, Dove, I’d show you exactly how much it counts.”
“Ha! See! More than thrice. Wankmates for life!”
“I hate you.”
“Love you too, buddy. But seriously, look at the priest over there. He’s all storm clouds and doom and gloom. He’s been weird since the moment we met up with his royal dukeness.”
“You’re right. It happened right after we realized there were three groups of us. Thorne, Kingston, you don’t think Dahlia is...”
“Are you serious? Another one? How many times is this going to happen? I just want to raise my wolf pups in peace.”
Think Dahlia is what? Spit it out, dammit. That fucking wolf shifter Kingston wouldn’t let her finish her observation. I needed to know.
“If it is, do you really think we should be talking about this in the open where anyone can hear us, Kingston?”
“Good point. Maybe we dance with our girl and revisit this once Caleb is done talking with the count.”
Well, it looked like I knew exactly who to focus on next.
“Something’s not right here, Gavin. Can’t you smell it?”
“I sensed it the moment I walked through the door. This place has been touched by death.”
“We already knew that. The Ripper has been in the news for weeks.”