Perhaps much deeper.
“Wanda...”Norm’s voice infiltrated the space.
She spun on her heels and sneered at him.“Finding some...some...damsel in distress so you can waltz in and be the hero?”
“Wanda, I didn’t mean?—”
She crossed her arms, leaning closer to Bane, her eyes burning with fire.“Of course you didn’t.You never do.Men are all the same.Monster or not.”
“And what about the women?”Delaney asked, pulling all of our attention.
The sun shone down on Wanda, lighting up her hair and showing the shadows on her face.Beneath the light, she looked positively breathtaking.
She twisted her lips.“Yes, well, the women are not any better, in my opinion.”
Delaney’s expression shifted, her frown evident.
“So what is your version of happily ever after then, Wanda?”Desmond spoke softly.
She crossed her arms.“The end of this conversation, for starters,” she said.“Perhaps we should split up.”
“Split up?”Norman’s voice escalated as he took a step forth.“But we just got here, and?—”
“I think that’s a great idea,” Bane said gruffly.He tugged on my hand.
“Delaney said she wants to shop, and I’m sure we don’t have a lot of time if we want to get back in enough time Desmond’s parents won’t notice we stole their chariot, so?—”
“Then that’s it?We grab the barrels and the girls get a shopping spree?”
Wanda growled.“Or we could pick up the barrels andyoucould pretend to be in an American shopping montage.”
“I would love a shopping montage,” Norman said as Bane and Wanda both told him to be quiet.
“Perhaps you could use a drink,” Bane said.
“We could all meet up at the bar,” Delaney said.“After.”
“I think that sounds like a great idea,” Norman said, stepping between Wanda and Bane.
“We’ll get the barrels, load them into the chariot, and grab us a table.You three can join us after a bit for a pint and then we’ll peace out?”
“I think that’s a lovely idea,” Delaney said, grabbing Wanda by the hand.She slid her fingers between Wanda’s webbed ones and I noted the way Wanda instantly relaxed.
Interesting...
“Come on, then,” Desmond said, pushing forth between Bane and Norman.“The day is not getting any longer.”
I pulled Bane to me and kissed him.He held me close for a brief moment as I whispered in his ear, “Be careful.”
“Always,” he whispered back, tiny sparks of fire warming my blood.
And as I watched him walk off, I felt an anxiety that had nothing to do with magic or consort drama.
I only worried that when I again found my fiancé and the prince, they would both be in one piece.
CHAPTER10
Bane
