“What?”
“If she can make you all dinner, then surely she can make us all breakfast.”
“My Tiger is not makinganyonebreakfast.”
“Then, we will fight.”
To my shock, Toma muttered, “I don’t need breakfast, but I do need vengeance. And maybe some of that cornbread that they said was drizzled in hot honey.”
“We already have a war to win.” I glared at him. “We will not shift our focus to a damned battle over macaroni and cheese.”
Hiro remained quiet which told me he had not only made his final decision, but he would be plotting to get my Tiger in the kitchen as soon as possible.
And against all logic, amusement broke through my exasperation.
Shaking my head, I returned my gaze to the path.
Hiro spoke, "You suspect your Tiger’s guards of being the traitors that got Reo hurt?”
“I’m not sure if it was all of them, but I am suspecting Watari.”
“Why?"
"She caught him looking at her notebook while she was researching jazz bands for our date. Watari kept going in and out of the house and when she caught him looking, he made some comment about her great taste in music."
“She knew his name?”
“No. She gave his description and that’s how I knew.”
"She’s sharp?"
"Sharper than any blade I own."
“Good. She’ll need that if she is going to join our family.”
I blinked.
Hiro had said that like she would belong to all of them too.
I hadn’t thought of it like that.
I knew I planned to possess her. That part was never in question. I wanted her in my house. In my bed. On my side. I wanted to protect her, surround her, keep her. But I hadn’t stopped to think about how that would also mean. . .she would be joining my family too.
My inner circle.
Which meant that they may want to look to her for guidance on me. Perhaps, they would even expect things from her. Maybe even feel entitled to parts of her I wasn’t ready to give up.
Her attention.
Her care.
Her presence.
In fact, that was already starting. With this whole topic of the bento boxes, the Claws were practically marching down this hill like I personally betrayed them.
Annoyance surged through my veins.
I didn’t want to share her.
