"Do I? You said it yourself that you want an orgasm or two. I'll give you plenty."
Baelfire leans close to my ear to whisper. "I'll double whatever he's offering. All the orgasms you want, as long as you come on my face and make me beg for it."
Oh, my fuckinggods.What the hell has gotten into them?
I can't hide the flush on my face as I shake my head at their matching grins. Clambering from the bed with the blanket still wrapped around me for modesty, I stomp toward the door.
"Forget I mentioned wantinganything. Fucking legacies."
But my exit is cut off by Crypt, who appears directly before me. His smile twists as he scrutinizes my appearance.
"Fashionable."
"Quilts are all the rage," I deadpan, then tip my head. "You missed the Matched Ball."
That sobers him. "Am I too late for a dance, love?"
"I don't dance. Were you avoiding Somnus?"
If Crypt is bothered by the mention of his father, he has no reaction. "No. I was held up."
"By?"
His lips twitch. "My, my. Aren't you curious tonight? One would almost think you missed me."
It's a marvel of nature that they manage to stand upright with heads so big. Obviously, the Nightmare Prince has no intention of telling me where he was. He couldn't have left Everbound Castle, so what was he up to?
"The bodies?" Silas asks Crypt as he stands and joins us.
"Disposed of."
Baelfire joins us, too, wrinkling his nose as he folds his brawny arms. The seams of his poor shirt look ready to pop under the strain of those muscles. "Do I want to ask?"
Crypt's smile is one hundred percent psychopath. "Absolutely not. Your delicate lizard stomach couldn't handle it. However, our beautifully morbid keeper might enjoy the details. Care to hear, love?"
Yes. Disposing of bodies in mysterious ways is a fascination of mine.
"Later," I say, meaning it. "Perhaps when I'm wearing real clothes."
He hums. "Or no clothes."
Clearly, their hive mind is active right now, and it's focused on one thing. Unfortunately, so am I—I keep recalling Kenzie's erotic art and the newfound fantasies I've been having. I wonder if jumping headlong into a blazing sex romp would help me get over my haphephobia...
"I'm on a mission," I blurt to keep myself from doing something stupid, like asking one of them if I can try sucking their cock to see if it's as enjoyable as people make it out to be.
Crypt nods. "We know. You've told us of your blood oath."
"No, I have another far more time-sensitive mission. A rescue mission, to be precise."
Baelfire frowns. "Rescue mission? For who?"
My throat tightens. Even though I try not to let my emotions show, I know the worry I've been trying to keep at bay seeps into my voice.
"Kenzie."
All three of them exchange glances, and then Crypt leans down to meet my eye better.
"If you believe she may be somewhere within this castle, I can find her quickly."
