Page 66 of First Ritual
“Guess I’ll see you Sunday then?”
“Guess you will,” he replied. “Night, Bronte.”
My smile hadn’t faded when footsteps sounded in the doorway again. “Forget something?”
“No.”
I nearly gave myself whiplash staring at Wild in the doorway. As always, I had to fight the urge to leap to my feet and adopt a defensive position. “What do you want?”
“Why was Bedwyr here?”
“Are you watching who comes and goes from my room?” I demanded.
“Not tonight.” He waved a hand.
Not tonight? I covered my face with both hands and rolled to my back on the bed, shouting into my hands, “Why are you so infuriating?”
His fingers wrapped around my wrists and pried my hands away.
I glared up at him. Of all things my anger got him right in the funnies. The lip-twitching bastard. “I’m glad you find amusement in this.”
“Bedwyr,” his humor evaporated. “Please tell me.”
Was this an animal thing? Tension edged Wild’s jaw and shoulders. “Bedwyr came to check if I was all right. We got to talking, and we’re going on a date this Sunday.”
A low growl filled the room.
Wild began to vibrate, then shake.
“Should I touch you?” I ventured. When there wasn’t an answer, I crossed to him and slipped a hand in his tunic and rested it against his skin.
I was sprawled on his lap a second later. He needed a bit more? I rested my forehead against his and the shaking stopped.
He sighed heavily. “It’s a strange feeling to simultaneously be glad you’re dating someone else and also want to rip his limbs off one by one.”
I made to climb off, and his grip on my thighs tightened.
“Not yet,” he said hoarsely.
I nodded and settled back on his lap. “Have you heard the rumor that me, you, and Sven are having a threesome?”
Wild jerked under me. “What?”
“Rae saw us in apothecary. At the wrong moment. Or right moment—she could’ve seen a lot more that we don’t want known.” I trailed off at his frown. I’d expected more lip twitching. “What is it?”
“Who told you this?”
“Rooke.”
“Your cousin,” he murmured, then swore.
“Is that kind of rumor an issue?”
“Only if the wrong people hear?”
Oh. “There’s someone you’re interested in here? Who is it?”
“No one,” he said dismissively.