“Sheila Covington.” Just saying her name relieved me. “I never would have believed you’d be involved in trying to get me fired, Marcus.”
“I wasn’t,” Marcus said yet refused to look at me.
He felt guilty about it. Good. “Maybe if you didn’t play so fast and loose with women’s emotions, this wouldn’t have happened.”
Cadmus guffawed, and Aerolus quirked his lip in what looked like the hint of a smile.
Marcus tensed and stared at me, his eyes ablaze with emotion.
Not so cool and collected now, are we, River Prince? I thought with satisfaction.
Chapter 29
Tessa
“For your information, I have never in my life treated a woman with anything less than respect.” Marcus colored.
I knew he was remembering the first time we’d kissed in his office.
“Almost never,” he muttered and pushed his bowl away, apparently having lost his appetite. “The point is, Sheila imagined something between us that wasn’t there.”
“Okay.” I enjoyed needling Marcus, especially in front of his captivated brothers. Marcus hot and bothered made my heart race. “So tell me why I saw you breaking off with a woman in public a month ago.”
“Yes, do explain,” Cadmus said.
“I remember Darius being awfully angry about it.” Aerolus looked down into his bowl. “Something about dumping your women in public landing him in trouble with his affai.” He turned to me. “Samantha thought Darius was the one being so callous.”
Marcus glowered, and I couldn’t have been more pleased. This was the real Marcus, the man who intrigued me on every level. Strong yet tender, icy cool and in command, yet perilously out of control when it came to dealing with me. That had to be a good sign, right?
“That was unavoidable and an instance I deeply regret.” He spoke stiffly and mentally shoved Cadmus when his brother smirked. “As it happened, Sophia Mitchell brought it all on herself.”
Fascinated, I wanted to know more. But a comment he’d made earlier bugged me. “Yeah, yeah, you’re a heartbreaker. We women are fragile flowers you try so hard not to crush.”
“You’re no flower, trust me,” Marcus growled.
“Tell me about Davis.”
Marcus looked uncomfortable.
“Tell me.”
“Marcus punched him in the face for some rude comments he made about you,” Cadmus answered and licked his spoon clean.
“Really?”
“How the hell do you know all this?” Marcus frowned and stood, conveniently taking his bowl to the sink in an attempt to escape interrogation.
“A vision, what else?”
“I suppose I should thank you.” I watched Marcus, not quite sure what to make of his encounter with Davis.
“Don’t thank me for that. I should have pounded him the first time he implied less than the truth about you.”
“No, really. Thank you,” I said, genuinely pleased. “I wish I could’ve slugged him back into the Stone Age where he belongs.”
“That I’d like to see.” Marcus relaxed enough to share a small grin with me.
“Right. Well,” Cadmus drawled as we stared at each other. “Where do you two go from here? You know who wanted you fired, but that still doesn’t explain why Sin Garu was so interested, or even who the Djinn is that’s been feeding him information.”
