Page 113 of Of Gods & Monsters


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He barked out a laugh. “Don’t flatter yourself, Scott. I’d never send anyone flowers. Especially not you.”

The comment stung. I brushed it off and narrowed my eyes. “Hilarious, Gray. I don’t appreciate you trying to cause trouble.”

“I didn’t send you anything! They must have come from your boyfriend.”

He spat out the last words, and the lightbulbs above us shattered. I threw up a hand to shield myself from the shards, but Erik had cast his aura around us, so everything was tinted red and no glass hit me.

“Calm yourself!” Erik yelled, sounding angrier than I’d ever heard him before.

“They didn’t come from Matthew,” I told them.

Gray suddenly stalked towards me. “What flowers did you say they were?”

Erik let his aura sink away from me slowly.

“Tulips,” I said. “Yellow tulips.”

“GRAY!” Erik yelled.

But it was too late. Gray wrapped his aura around us both and took us back to the house.

“Where are they?” he demanded.

I wasn’t even phased by the fact that we’d arrived back home and pointed to the two boxes sitting on the coffee table.

Gray walked over to them and picked up a box. His aura engulfed it and turned the entire piece to dust. He picked up the second box to do the same.

“Grayson!”

He turned on me and strode across the space with such purpose than my first instinct was to run. Gray was furious, and I was in the firing line.

“Have you seen him?” he asked, stopping when the toes of his shoes hit mine.

“Who?” I squeaked.

“Archer! Have you seen him?”

“Archer?”

He let out a frustrated growl.

“Gray, just explain.”

Tentatively, I put a hand out and placed it on his arm. Since the night in the pub, Gray had kept clear of me, but it’d been difficult. I missed him being around, and the small contact soothed my soul.

“Sit,” he commanded.

“I’m not a dog.”

“Sit your ass down,” he told me again, words clipped and through gritted teeth.

I dropped my hand and perched on the edge of the couch.

“Yellow tulips are Archer’s flowers. We all have a colour. We all have a flower,” he explained.

“I know that.”

“Have you seen him?” Gray asked. I maintained the quiet. “SIMPLE QUESTION!”