Grym smiled. He looked hot, all wet and naked. “I think so, too, but why do you say that?”
I kissed him. “I want to be with you all the time.”
Grym’s smile widened. “I feel the same.”
If I didn’t leave the bathroom, then I’d get back in the shower and let Grym fuck me again. So I kissed him a third time, and asI left the room, I yelled, “Don’t take too long.” I dressed quickly and headed downstairs.
Chapter Twenty
Elliot
When I entered the living room, Ossy sat on the floor, holding his lower leg and glancing at Miles as if he were a deadly animal ready to strike.
Miles sat on the couch, all the way at the end, hugging his knees to his chest and glaring at Ossy.
As soon as Miles saw me, his glare shifted to me. “What the fuck did you do?”
I sighed. “Exist.”
Miles shook his head. His glare deepened. “Tell me, Elliot. Now.”
I smiled. “You don’t have the right to make demands on me. You never did when we were together. You certainly don’t now that we’re not.”
Joel came around the corner, eating my moose tracks ice cream. He gave a little wave with his spoon and smiled around the bite he’d just taken. He finished the food in his mouth before speaking. “What’s going on, man?”
I sighed, sat in the chair, and gestured to the couch.
Ossy stood and then sat in the chair in the corner of the room.
“Where is everyone?” I asked. Explaining wasn’t easy, and I wanted help. Morgana would do a better job.
“Morgana is in her office.” He gestured among me, Joel, and Miles. “I’m here for your protection. Grym, too.”
“Got it.” I met Joel’s and Miles’s gazes.
“Ferry souls? Seriously?” Miles met my gaze with no small amount of skepticism. He directed it all at me, placing the blame squarely at my feet.
“Yes, Miles. Reapers exist. So does the afterlife. That’s part of why you’re here.”
“You have smoked way too much weed.”
“And you’re a skeptical, vanilla shithead.”
I heard the stairs creak before Grym rounded the corner. “Thank god. Will you explain reapers?”
I stood and gestured to the chair I’d been in. As soon as Grym sat, I plopped onto his lap. My legs straddled his, and I leaned against his chest. He wrapped his arms around me. “What should I explain to them,A stor?”
“Explain why they are here.” I was a little tired after all the fucking.
When Grym started talking, I shut my eyes and let his voice wash over me.
“Ossy brought you here to protect you. Your lives are in danger.” He explained who he was, what the Soul Management Bureau did, and why it was dangerous to them.
“Beloveds?” Miles still sounded skeptical, but a little less so. It pissed me off that Miles found Grym more believable than me. It wasn’t like I’d ever lied to him.
“You are one of my brothers’ beloveds, like a husband or boyfriend. Some would also call you a fated mate.”
I opened my eyes to see Miles dart a glance at Ossy. His lips curled. “Not you.”
