"Your sister is going to get herself killed, Kitten."There was a sharpness behind my mate's amusement that would've scared pretty much anyone outside our circle.
"It's starting to look that way."
What a fucking mess.
thirty-one
KAT
The party was fine.
Callum and I sat on couches and made small talk whenever someone came up to us. The majority of the attendees were far too afraid of my mate to start a conversation, so we mainly just sat next to Grayson Darke while he worked from his phone.
Grayson didn't seem to give a damn that Gwen made every excuse in the book to touch or brush up against Jonah. He barely looked at her.
I guess if he'd been obsessed with Merrily for an entire century, my sister probably wasn't appealing. They were extremely different.
Jonah looked like he was enjoying Gwen's attention, too, even though he wasn't touchy with her like she was with him.
"Have you ever heard of fated mates?" Callum asked Grayson as the party came to an end, his voice casual.
Grayson pinned him with a look. "What?"
"Fated mates. All fae have them." Callum took a sip of his drink, never glancing in Grayson's direction. "I recommend doing research on the subject before you claim my mate's sister any further."
In this case,researchprobably meanttorturing a fae in the penitentiary for information.
"You're meddling?"I asked Callum.
"Immortality is a long time. If Merrily loses him, it's permanent. She can hate me for it if she wants. I'd prefer her hate to dealing with my own conscience if I chose not to get involved."
I understood.
My mate valued fated connections fiercely, and after seeing the way our bond affected him, meddling seemed like a good call. Merrily might want that what we had too, eventually.
"What does that have to do with the woman I'm engaged to, Frost?" Grayson drawled.
"It has significantly more to do with the woman in your dreams."
Grayson's sarcasm disappeared, and he didn't ask another question. After a few minutes, he left the villa.
We stayed until the party finally ended, and Gwen showed Jonah to his room. He flashed me a look that told me I'd better get my ass over there, and I ditched Callum on the couch to act as Jonah's wingman in an effort to keep him from ending up alone with her.
She walked us down a few hallways before opening a door that led into a sprawling room that smelled like Simon.
Mine and Jonah's noses wrinkled at the same time.
"We've cleaned and aired it out, but it's taking time to fully remove his scent," Gwen explained. "We may need to pay the spellcasters to erase it. I can send some of our men to help you move your things."
"Thanks. I'll get moved in tomorrow." Jonah headed back down the hall, leaving me alone with Gwen.
I wondered if she'd asked him to do that.
To bring me over so we could talk.
If she had, I'd consider asking Callum to kill Jonah after all.
"I owe you an apology," she said, looking down at her feet for a moment before meeting my gaze. "I didn't find out that Simon cancelled my end of the business loan until the news announced your relationship with Callum. I don't know if your mate bond is because of that bargain, but I'm sorry. If I had realized, I would've done whatever I had to so you wouldn't lose the café, even when I was angry with you. I'm sorry I didn't."
