I stare at him. “Why does that sound like a wicked promise?”
“Because you know I’ll make those dreams come true, too,” he murmurs, his lips curling into a sensual smile. “We can start there instead, if you like. I don’t have to clothe you. I could simply”—his gaze skates down to where the towel is knitted against my chest—“disrobe you instead.”
I swallow. “I really just want a tank top and some cotton pants.”
His flirtatious amusement remains as he says, “All right. Follow me.”
I’m about to when something crashes in the kitchen. “Pip!” Maliki shouts.
My ghost friend flies past me with a flaming sleeve, then disappears through the wall.
Maliki pinches the bridge of his nose and releases acurse, while Morpheus chuckles. “You’re the one who wanted to teach him how to cook. I was merely trying to assist with those gloves.”
“Yes,” Maliki grinds out. “Thank you for that.”
I glance around. “Is he going to be all right?”
“He’ll be fine,” Morpheus promises. “He might need a new cloak, though.” He waves his hand through the air, causing one to appear in his hand, the blue fabric the same color as Pip’s eyes. Wandering into the kitchen, he passes Maliki and heads into an adjoining dining area that’s set for a party of three.
I frown at it.
Pip doesn’t eat.
So either the three males in my life were planning to eat without me, or… “Where’s Hades?” I ask.
Morpheus lays the new cloak over a chair that doesn’t have a place setting in front of it. “It’s only been thirty-six hours, so he’s probably still in the death world.”
I blink at him. “What?”
“Closer to thirty-seven now,” Maliki says as he flips a pancake. “I’m still shocked you slept that long.”
“Wait, what?” I repeat.
“It’s normal for an Omega on the verge of a first heat. I mean, not all rest like that, but I’m not surprised your soul demanded sleep. That just means your estrus is going to be even more enjoyable. And hopefully go on for a while, too.” Morpheus grins sensually again. “I can only imagine how insatiable you’ll be.”
I… I don’t know how to respond to that last part. So I focus on how long I apparently slept. And also what Morpheus said about Hades.
“Hades is in the death world?” I repeat. “Why? Is he okay?”
“As far as I know,” Maliki responds and faces me. “If he weren’t, Fleur would let me know.”
I stare at him. “Fleur?” That name sounds feminine. Maybe because of the way he voiced it. “And who is Fleur?”
Maliki’s lips curl. “She’s the love of my life.”
I gape at him.The love of his life?“And does the love of your life often let you sleep in other women’s beds?” I demand, unable to hold back the question.
Because what in the thorns is going on here?
He kissed me for what felt like hours. Plus the other stuff we did.
And he has…a love of his life?
I want to scream.
Moments ago I was thinking about Morpheus’s word choice.Our Serapina.
Sounds like I’m not Maliki’s anything.
