Shit.
I didn’t even have a chance to react. One second, I was in front of Casteel. The very next, I was behind him, staring at his tense back muscles.
“Not anymore,” Casteel growled, getting right up in Attes’s smirking face. “So, what are you going to do?”
“Nothing.” I shot forward and threw my arm out against Casteel’s chest. “Neither of you is doing anything.”
They weren’t listening as they sized each other up.
“Do not make me separate the two of you,” I warned. “Because I can and will.”
The curve of Casteel’s lips matched Attes’s as I felt a throb of awareness. I quickly looked at the sky, then returned my gaze to them.
“Cas, you need to be angry with me,” I said, attempting to squeeze between them. “Not him. He’s done nothing but say some really idiotic things.”
“Oh, I’m angry with you.” Casteel’s swirling eyes remained fixed on Attes. “And we’ll handle that later.”
“I didn’t think I saidanythingidiotic,” Attes replied.
“How about we handle it now?” I managed to force myself between them. “You can lecture—” I squeaked—like a field mouse—as I was gently scooted back several feet. “What the fuck?”
“That wasn’t me,” Attes stated.
“No shit,” I snapped, glaring at Casteel. “I’m starting to get really angry with—”
Reaver broke through the clouds, scattering them as he extended his wings. He landed behind Casteel with a heavy thud, sweeping his wings back as his talons dug into the ground, sending bursts of soil and rock into the air. Smoke wafted from his nostrils as he puffed out a breath.
“Did someone call for backup?” Casteel asked.
My head snapped back to him. “You need to stop talking.”
“Why do I have a feeling that only happens when he’s asleep?”
“You, too,” I snapped, pointing at Attes as I stalked forward. “Both of you need to shut up.”
“That’s not going to happen,” came Reaver’s gravelly voice. I dared a quick peek at him, and yep…naked. “Both like to talk. A lot.”
“You wound me, Reaver,” Attes replied.
The draken snorted. “I’m sure I did.”
A muscle ticked in Casteel’s jaw. “He’s naked, isn’t he?”
“Of course,” I muttered, crossing my arms.
Attes frowned and finally,finallybroke eye contact with Casteel to glance at Reaver.
“The people of this age are quite prudish,” Reaver stated.
“Not wanting your dick out near my wife doesn’t make me prudish,” Casteel shot back.
Attes’s silver gaze slid back to him, and his jaw loosened. “I think I actually agree with that.”
Reaver sighed.
“What are you doing here, Reaver?” Casteel asked. He still hadn’t pulled his stare from Attes.
“I sensed what felt like some shit about to go down,” he replied. “And when I felt Poppy’s rising frustration, I figured that whatever it was would at least be entertaining. I was not wrong.”
