“Gem, Wyatt, and Kira will get their turn before we leave. Everyone else will have to wait, except you. I cannot risk an accident with the boy’s father.”
Shepherd grumbled a curse word before holding out his scarred hand.
I inched forward, ready to tackle Switch’s wolf if he so much as took a nibble. I didn’t know his wolf well enough to predict what might set him off, but I sure as hell didn’t want Shepherd taking his head off with the gun strapped to his side.
Hunter stood between the two, but his eyes were on his father.
The wolf sniffed Shepherd’s palm. After a beat, he licked it and sat down.
I blew out a breath and looked at Viktor. “Why was meetingyourwolf a death match?”
Viktor smirked and gripped his cardigan. “I am not easy to love.”
“You’re fine,” Christian remarked. “It’s your wolf who’s a fecking lunatic.”
Switch went back to tail wagging and cleaning Hunter’s face with his tongue.
After circling the furniture and leaving the room, I heard Viktor say, “Bring Gem and Wyatt down. Time for a little fun.”
Chapter 5
Aknock at my bedroom door woke me. I blinked, staring at the inky blackness outside my window. My internal clock told me it was two in the morning, and if this wasn’t important, I was going to put Christian’s spleen on a spike. I groggily stepped out of bed, not bothering to light a candle or put on a pair of pants. As if the ice-cold floor against my feet wasn’t enough to wake me, there was more pounding on the door. Why the hell was he waking me up at this hour?
I yanked the door open. “Since when do you knock?”
Switch raised his arm and rested it against the doorjamb. “Since my mother taught me manners.”
A heady scent wafted from his body, and I wrinkled my nose. “You smell like you’ve been digging a grave.”
“Maybe my own.” His long hair covered half his face. “Can I come in?”
I turned away and trod over the white rug in front of the fireplace. The door clicked shut behind me, but Switch stayed where he was.
“Can you really see in the dark like Vampires?” he asked. “It’s like a tomb in here.”
I could make out a grainy image of everything, but I located a box of matches as a courtesy. “I don’t have to worry about stubbing my toe in the middle of the night,” I quipped, lighting a lantern affixed to the wall by the desk. “Have a seat.”
He swaggered to the bed and sat down.
“Not there, smart-ass. Take the chair.”
The bed creaked when he stood up. “You need a new interior decorator.”
I sat on the bed, facing the desk. “I like my room. I’ve got a nice painting, a warm bedspread, fake flowers—”
“And no chairs.”
I gestured to the desk chair. “That’s all I need.”
He straddled it and folded his arms over the top. “Not very cozy for guests.”
“This is my private chamber, not a bar. Since you’ll be living here now, don’t get too comfortable. I like you, Switch, but if you ever walk in without knocking, I’ll cut off your wolf’s tail.”
He smiled. “No worries. My affection for you has limits.”
“Since when?”
“Since you started cuddling up with a Vamp. Speaking of which, why isn’t he in here? Don’t you share a room with your mate?”
