I can’t tell if she means Allie or Violence, but the statement sets my entire body on edge.
Link’s jaw tics as he stares down on the Demon woman. “Violence can ride with Nollix then.”
“I’m just going to be honest, she’s not too fond of men.” Her eyes narrow on him. It’s odd seeing Link be aggressive, but it also looks normal. It’s as if he’s always this protective of Vi.
“Tantra, you’re with me.” Nollix doesn’t even look her way but her eyes light up the moment he says it.
“Oh, good idea.” Her bronzed hands clap together, with manic glee singing through her words.
Well, that settles that issue.
“Violence, Flint will guide you on Allie. They’re old friends, he took care of her when she was just a kitten.” Tantra’s beaming now with a pleasantness that rings through her tone.
A kitten? This beast is a rotting corpse. How fucking old is Flint?
The questions slip from my mind as the massive man with the scar slicing down his face steps closer. Link’s jaw is held so tightly together his chest is heaving for air.
I’ve never seen the gentle Fae look as furious as he is right now.
“Flint’s a good choice.” Nollix nods as his gaze shifts to the other two Demon men who are whispering between themselves, their attention locked hard on Violence.
“That leaves you and the pretty boy with Rark and Sev. They like pretty things.” Her dark eyes shift to me, and she adds an unnerving wink to the end of that statement.
What the fuck does that mean?
