He thinks there's a chance I could ever get tired of them?
That's just as crazy as everything else he just shared.
Looking between them once again, it dawns on me. "Oh my gods. You guys have all talked about this already."
“Yes,” Kaenon smiles. "We are in agreement. We are all yours."
Never mind what that idea does to my body—I haven't officially made up my mind about trying to datefourmen. There has to be a whole discussion first.
"As soon as Ian and Asher come back, we're going to have a talk," I sigh.
32
IAN
"I'll make it fast,"I promise.
"For the last godsdamn time, you're not ripping his head off," Asher mutters as he watches Heidi's ex and five fae from just inside the protective wards. For some reason, he's holding up his phone like he's ready to record.
The magic here is as trippy as one-way glass. Thanks to whatever spells Asher and Silas put on Heidi's property, we can look out at these fuckers, but they can't see or hear us. That means we have a very close-up view of the fae as they prepare to cast a big magic spell to get through the wards.
I glower at Ryan from only a few paces away. He's not the most hideous person I've ever seen, but he's nowhere near Heidi's caliber. And with his shit personality and self-inflated ego, it's fucking insane that he's managed to have a shot with any woman at all, let alonethewoman.
My gaze catches on the spot where his carotid artery pulses with life that I want to snuff out.
"You're right. Ripping it right off would be too fast. We should make him beg for mercy for a while, after these other scumbags are already worm food."
Asher is still analyzing whatever spell they're putting together. When one of them uses magic briefly during the setup, the bounty hunter's eyes glow green for a moment.
"You're almost as bad as the cosmic cockroach," he grunts. "Weirdly enough, she'd probably get along with you."
"Who?"
"Just shut up and stop thinking about killing everyone for a second."
Impossible.
Knowing these fae are here to harm my future wife is already making me picture the way their blood will look splashed all over the asphalt road. My thrall emotions are volatile. I want to rip them to pieces, drain those pieces dry, leave them in the woods for wild animals to have their turn feeding, and then make Ryan cry, scream, throw up, and piss his pants until he'sbeggingto die.
I already loathed him for cheating on Heidi before the Upheaval.
Now? Knowing he's terrorized her and screamed in her face?
"We could rip off everythingexcepthis head," I suggest, still glaring at Ryan without him being the wiser. "Arms, legs, dick. Slowly. While he cries and begs for mercy. That part is important."
Asher looks at me. "Were you always this fucked up, or is it just worse now that you're a thrall?"
The latter, probably. But that's not important.
"Don't act like you don't want to kill him, too. If you need more motivation, you should know that he cheated on Heidi right after he forgot her birthday. When she finally broke up with him, she did it over the phone—she even told him she was scared he might try to hurt her if she'd broken up in person."
"Are you telling me you hacked into Heidi's phone to listen to all of that?" Asher demands, narrowing his eyes at me. "Justwhat else did you see and hear on her phone before you went missing, you fucking stalker?"
Heidi's favorite music playlists. Most of her incoming and outgoing texts, especially to guys. The book titles in her reading app that I usually bought my own copies of, so I could enjoy them with her from thousands of miles away. All her photos, a lot of which were pictures of things she was proud she had made in the kitchen.
Heidi was too smart to send nudes to any of the assholes she dated, ever.
But she still took a few tasteful boudoir-style selfies whenever she was feeling herself. There were also some pictures of her posing in a warmly-lit fitting room mirror while trying on tiny bikinis at some point—and yes, I've jacked off to those more times than I can count.
