“Yep.” I pecked a kiss on Maddox’s chin, mulling over how to explain my least favorite dessert, one I’d never acquired a taste for. “It looks delicious, but I don’t want to put it in my mouth.”
Rowan choked on a laugh.
Draven shifted a blank stare between us before losing interest and dropping down into one of the armchairs.
Reign took the chair beside him and lowered his hood, revealing medium-length raven-black hair. And when he slid down his mask? My eyes nearly bugged out of my head. Smooth, tanned skin and a beauty mark beneath his left eye. Another hovered near his top lip.
Good lord. Was there some requirement to be a spy I didn’t know about? Must be stealthy, adept in wielding daggers, and drop-dead gorgeous. Bonus points for magic skills.
“You’re drooling again,” Rowan whispered. I playfully shoved him away, and he laughed.
Callum inched toward the counter, eyeing a half-eaten loaf of—probably—stale bread.
“Don’t you dare,” I said. “I love you and your taste buds too much.”
He grinned. “What will you do if I eat it?”
“Have a heart attack, probably.”
Maddox breathed out a laugh and hugged me tighter. “That’s a thing I’ll never allow. Any harm coming to your heart.”
My insides wobbled. “Promise?”
“I swear.” Maddox placed the softest of kisses to my neck.
“Such a beautiful shade of silver.” Lyric admired Lake’s hair. “And those purple eyes. You’re quite handsome.”
Lake slowly stepped away from him and came over to me, pressing into my side and pushing his face against my shoulder. My heart almost exploded.
“Ah, he’s so bashful,” Lyric said.
Lake nuzzled more into me.
“Forgive my brother.” Lochlan bowed to us. “He has no manners or sense of personal space.”
“You have no manners or personal space,” his twin mumbled back at him.
Suddenly, the twins snapped their heads toward the door at the far end of the kitchen. A man dressed in black stepped through a second later. He had daggers strapped to his chest and two longer ones attached to wrist cuffs, Assassin’s Creed style. Gold eyes popped against his ebony skin.
“Captain.” Lochlan bowed his head. Lyric did the same.
Draven and Reign stood from their chairs and mirrored the gesture.
“At ease,” Captain Remy told them before focusing on me. “You must be Evan Clark. Welcome.”
“Thanks for letting us stay here tonight,” I said.
He nodded in response. I got the feeling he was a man of very few words.
“Shadow is our brother.” Draven nodded to my favorite redhead. “A threat to him or his family is a threat to us all. We protect our own.”
“Shadow?” Callum smirked. “Snake is more fitting.”
Rowan bumped his side. “Shut it, rabbit.”
Captain Remy headed toward the front door without another word and slipped outside. The twins followed after him. Lyric smiled at me, then at Lake, before lifting his mask over his face and closing the door.
“I’ll show you upstairs.” Rowan snatched hold of my wrist and tugged me along with him. “I don’t use my bed much, but it’s comfy enough. We can find more pillows if not. The view’s the best part though.”
