We never tackled for fun again.
I believed, with naïve optimism, that after the war ended, my family could look at a field and imagine building homes on it, not battles.
Everett altered that.
I battle the stages of grief. At this moment, I abhor what Everett forced upon me.
“I know. It’s too goddamn early,” Tristen, my brother, sighs as he rubs his eyes. The hickey on his neck is cherry red with purple spots.
That reminds me, I need to get laid. I sink into the bed and tell Tristen everything Selene and I discussed.
I kept one secret. My desire for her.
Could the attraction be a trick fae use? I want to see if Tristen falls prey to it today.
Galen agreed with my suggestion of having my brother as my guard. It’s genius of Selene. Reckless of me to accept.
I hope it wasn’t a misstep.
That’s what Selene is wearing! Her leathers are so tight that they practically replace her skin. Her leggings wrap and curl around her thighs, stretching over her feminine hips. This war could have been ended in a day. All Selene had to do was walk into battle wearing that. Men would have thrown down their swords and bowed down.
Fuck me.
Please fuck me. Pretty, pretty please.
I look over at my brother. Oh shit! Tristen’s head is tipped down, eyes glued to the floor. I know my brother; he sleeps around. He’s a flirt, regardless of whether the woman has a crown or knots in her hair.
Were Selene to wield such power, Tristen’s reaction would mirror mine.
I kick his shoe.
He arches a brow.What?
I nudge my head.Look at her? Do you feel it too?
His lips press stubbornly.What are you talking about?
He clears his throat. Selene knows we’re here; Mary, her maid, is helping equip her weapons.
“Is there a war?” I break the silence.
Selene glares at me, keeping up the charade in front of Mary that she detests my presence.
“War is a horizon that never fades from the sky, General. It is a constant burning sun. Its light and heat will always warm the flesh. There is no peace from it, General.”
General.
I hate that name. Call me Titus; let me hear my name on your lips.
Shit! What the heck! Why can’t it stop?
My gulp is as loud as a hammer digging into the stone. My stomach is in a knot so tight Tristen can feel the tension.
Selene’s eyes narrow. “That’s all, Mary. You may go. I know Galen demands your whispers, so tell him I’m off to train. His general will be my target. Let’s hope he survives until sundown.”
Tristen spreads his legs wide and steps an inch closer to me. It’s a talent to know when Selene is acting. At times, the knowledge eludes my comprehension.
Mary nods and leaves.
