“Right back at you, dickhead.” Ossy didn’t sound offended. Instead, he seemed downright angry. I didn’t know Ossy well, but even I had a hard time imagining him mad at anyone. Apparently, Miles brought it out in other people, too. At least I wasn’t the only one.
Joel shook his head, then took another bite of ice cream. He gave his brother the side-eye. “You could be a little nicer, Miles.”
“He could, but that would go against his character.” I smirked.
Miles flipped me off. “So, I take it you guys are a thing?”
Grym tightened his grip. “Elliot is my beloved.”
I snuggled into him and smiled. “That’s right. We belong together.”
I’d never felt more attached to someone in my life. Grym was half in love with me already. I could feel his emotions as though they were mine. I was right there with him, loving him right back. I could feel Grym’s jealousy, even though he didn’t show it. He didn’t like Miles, but he did like Joel. Before we’d made love, I would have thought it would be the other way around. Grym and Miles seemed to share a regimented nature. That nature didn’t extend into the bedroom. And maybe not into life, either. Maybe he’d been a little ordinary in his workaholic life before, but he might have come back to himself after meeting me. Uptight and I didn’t get along.
Miles averted his gaze when I glanced at him, as if he’d been watching us. “Fuck my life,” he mumbled under his breath.
Joel winced, then stood, carrying his bowl and spoon into the kitchen. “Anybody want anything?”
“A bullet to the brain. Thank you very much.” Miles smirked as Joel left.
Joel shook his head. “I’ll get you a glass of water and maybe some Xanax.”
Miles raised his eyebrows and met my gaze. “Can he actually get those kinds of drugs?”
I rolled my eyes. “I’m pretty sure he’s joking.”
“I only sell weed. Jesus, Miles. Relax,” Joel yelled from the kitchen. The only illegal part was the selling. Having and smoking pot was legal in Michigan.
“How the fuck am I supposed to relax when my ex’s new boyfriend kidnaps me and makes up an asinine story about reaping souls?”
I shook my head, then stood, straddling Grym’s lap. This time, I faced him and smiled, wiggling my eyebrows. “I want to go back upstairs.”
“Absolutely.” Grym stood with me in his arms, which was totally hot, as if I weighed nothing.
Ossy chuckled. “Stable boy is back in action.”
“Shut up, Os.” Wait. Did Grym’s cheeks turn pink?
I had to look at him twice, but yep, there it was. It was a handsome shade of pink, too. “What does that mean?”
“Nothing. I was a stable boy at my last job. I told you that.”
Ossy chuckled. “You left out the part where you played a lot before deciding the Bureau was your life.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle at Grym’s disgruntled expression. “You’re so cute.”
A smile cracked through his mood. “I’ll kill you later, Os.”
Ossy’s salute turned into the middle finger. “Sure thing.”
Grym stopped walking and stiffened. I turned to see what had made him stop when the demon from earlier appeared in front of us.
Miles screamed, then scrambled to get behind Ossy. “What the fuck is that thing?”
I knew our little sex bubble really had popped and that things were about to take a very nasty turn.
Chapter Twenty-One
Grym
