“Like where?” he chuckled.
“I don’t know, maybe Falgon. I’ve never been there before, but it sounds nice.” I shrugged. “Or maybe it’s the alcohol talking.”
Nate laughed.
“But you’re my best customer; what would I do if you left?”
“I’m sure there are plenty of other customers that will fill my shoes.”
“But you’re my favorite.” He stared at me with a grin.
I glanced up at him as he sipped his drink.
“I should go; it’s getting late.”
I finished my second drink.
“I’ll walk you to the coven to make sure you get there safely.”
“Oh, I’m staying with a friend.” I stood up. “You don’t need to walk me.”
He finished his drink.
“Don’t be ridiculous. I would be worried all night that something happened.”
He stood up and waited for me to get up. I led him out of the tavern and toward the woods. Nate hesitated for a moment.
“You aren’t luring me out here to kill me, right?” he joked as he glanced around. “I can’t believe you were going to walk alone through the damn woods.”
I rolled my eyes as I started on the little trail. Fuck, that second drink was hitting me harder than I intended it to. I stumbled slightly, and Nate caught me.
“Alright, now I know you wouldn’t have made it, El.” He sighed as he put his arm around me.
I chuckled softly. We slowly made our way toward the house. I could see the flames flickering in the windows, and my stomach knotted knowing Abram was home. I couldfeelhim near me. That was probably not good.
“Here is good enough.” I stopped Nate immediately.
“Alright…” He looked at me suspiciously as his gaze moved to the house. “Thanks for dinner.”
“Thanks for the drinks and listening.” I smiled and gave him a hug.
Nate squeezed me tightly before I headed for the house. I could feel his eyes on me, making sure I made it inside. I turned and waved to him before I opened the door. Abram immediately stood up from the couch, shirtless. My gaze flickered over his smooth bronze skin before looking away and shutting the door. My stomach twisted at the sight of him. I had never seen him without a shirt on.
“Where the hell have you been?” he asked.
“Out.” I didn’t turn to him, too scared he’d see lust in my eyes. Could gods sense that sort of stuff?
I stumbled as I tried to get my boots off and glanced up to him. Abram came over but stopped dead in his tracks. His eyes flashed red, and I thought it might be because of the alcohol.
“Why do you smell like another man?” he hissed out.
I stood up and lifted my defiant chin. Then I walked past him and sat on the couch so I could get my damn boots off withouthim knowing I was slightly intoxicated. Abram’s eyes watched me, flickering with every move I made. He looked pissed.
“You’ve been gone for hours.” He tried again.
“Yeah, I have a life,” I said, and hated how defensive it sounded.
He came up to me as I struggled with my boots, then fell to his knees in front of me, and I swallowed hard as he lifted my foot and undid the laces before sliding them off. I watched him as he grabbed my wrist and yanked me forward so his face was inches from mine. He leaned forward, his nose running over my neck.
