Okay, this was getting weird, but I guess it made sense. All that information was in my head and that’s technically where we were.
“So dream-you can read my mind.” I scoffed and slapped Reese’s hands off me. “Big deal.”
Devlin snorted. “She thinks she’s sleeping.”
Well, he wasn’t going to win the award for sharpest tool in the shed. Of course, I was asleep.
“People don’t actually fly or cast spells.”
Dumbass.
Reese smiled down at me. “Of course they don’t.”
Devlin, however, rolled his eyes. “You were levitating, not flying.”
“Heaven forbid, I misinterpret your fake magic.”
Was it wrong that the annoyance in his expression filled me with satisfaction? Nah. Fuck Devlin. I hoped he spent the rest of his life constantly annoyed. That’s what I’d call divine retribution.
Angus cleared his throat, drawing my attention past Devlin’s scowl to a robed figure standing next to a dark brazier. I watched as he dropped something inside, causing an orange flame to flicker to life. There was a pattern etched in the metal of the brazier, but I couldn’t tell what it was from my position.
It looked kind of like a star or maybe a series of triangles. I could make out a couple of points. Not that it mattered. I was more interested in the other robed figures moving around in the shadows. Or maybe it was three? It sounded like they were saying something.
“Who’s over there?”
I strained my ears to listen, but all I could catch were a few words. Spiorad, tri, and aontas. Sounded like more made-up words to me. I guess all words were made up, but still…
“Don’t worry about that.” Reese grabbed my chin and turned my gaze back to his. “Devlin and I are the only ones that matter.”
That was laughable. “The dirt on the bottom of my shoe matters more to me than you do.”
That dirt could be used for a lot of things. Growing a pretty flower, messing up a clean floor, or it could be used as forensic evidence when I decided to kill them.
Reese slapped his hand over his heart and frowned, while Devlin muttered, “The feeling’s mutual.”
“You’re so quick to judge.”
All guys like him did the same thing, and they did it with a smile on their face. “I know enough.”
“I happen to think I’m a very likable person,” Reese argued, further proving my point.
“You’re friends with Devlin.” A trait that automatically put someone on my bad side.
Reese shrugged. “He’s not that bad.”
“Says you.”
Don’t get me wrong, I’d met plenty of despicable people, but none as assholish as Devlin Adair.
“I think once you get to know him, you might change your mind.”
“Doubtful.” Considering I’d have to actually talk to the prick to get to know him, I didn’t see that happening.
Devlin didn’t say anything in his defense, and why would he? He was perfectly happy with his title of Number One Asshole.
Moonlight glinted off Reese’s golden hair as he tipped his head and smirked. “Would it help if I told you he has a big dick?”
Eww, no. Why would I care about that?
