I stood blinking at them, shocked. It was peculiar. I felt better when Roman did the same thing but whispered in my ear, “What I said to you that one night still stands.” After threatening me, he leaned back, smiling. “Congratulations.”
Artur was maneuvering his body so Brent and Cole couldn’t move up when Grigori lifted Ember from the desk…slowly sliding her against his body as he set her down…then quickly moved away from her, his expression turning pissed and hers doing the same. They were so screwed up. He reached down, even with that pissed off look and grabbed me around the waist, lifting me off my feet.
I squeaked at the sudden movement, instinctively wrapping my arms around his throat, as he hugged me tight, whispering, “I’m sorry I didn’t try harder to stop her with the food. But honestly, I agreed with her. You needed to figure it out.”Had everyone known but me?He leaned back grinning, his eyes a mixture of anger and amusement, like the two sides were at war with each other. He bounced me, glancing at his dad. “A baby brother, huh? Think he’ll have her family’s hair?”
Daniil’s hands had just landed on my hips, beginning to pull me out of Grigori’s embrace, but everyone in the room went quiet at that statement. Staring at my hair. And it didn’t please me. Not at all. Scowling, I grumbled into the quiet, “If anyone makes one more crack about my hair, or even stares at it wrong, I’ll puke on you next.” My curls were huge. We all knew this. Time to get over it.
The rooms’ occupants immediately shuddered, looked away, and started talking.
Daniil chuckled and tugged me out of Grigori’s hold. He petted my hair, kissing the top of my head. I growled a little at him, making him smile even wider. I pointed a finger against his chest. “I’m hungry. Get this moving along.”
He laughed louder. “It’s a boy.”
Racing into my room, I dumped my equipment down on the bed. I needed to hurry and pack. Luckily, the sucky car rental agency was going to pick up my keys at the front desk so I didn’t have to return it. I would be riding with the Lion Security group to the airport.
I jumped in the shower since I was a disgusting, sweaty mess after today’s heat, and quickly changed into a cool brown strapless cotton dress that flattered my complexion and hair, and slipped on a pair of white flip-flops. Itrieddoing something with my hair. It was a mess. I raked through my curls with a large toothed comb and dumped that in my bag, then went to grab my mousse. It wasn’t there.
Christ, the bitch had struck again.
Growling, I went through the adjoining doors that were still open, and glanced around her room, but didn’t see it. Checking the bathroom proved victorious, though. I snatched it up—this product cost me a fortune—and started stomping out. And then instinct had me stilling.
A muffled male’s voice came from outside, and the door clicked.
Shit. I was in her damn room. She may be used to entering someone else’s private abode, but I wasn’t. The door handle started to turn, and I panicked. I dove into the closet, closing the slatted door just as the room’s door opened. I couldn’t see up because the slats were facing down. A man entered, slamming the door behind him. He wore black athletic shorts and a pair of black flip-flops, and oddly, his legs looked familiar.
I stilled, completely silent when I realized those were Daniil’s pedicured feet.
What the hell was he doing in Ember’s room?
He walked past the closet, and he shut the adjoining door.
I froze even further.
What was he doing?
Did…him and Ember…
No. No way.
Which meant he was probably here to threaten her for the food mishap.
I sucked in a breath, reaching for the closet door…but stopped when the door to the room opened. A woman walked in from how small the legs were and how tiny her feet size was. About my size.
Ember.
She closed the door behind her.
I stilled when her top hit the floor.
Maybe I was wrong?
My stomach churned. And I wobbled in a daze. If Daniil was having a secret love affair with Ember…I didn’t know what I would do. My heart was in my throat, and I decided to be silent. I started sweating, hating this…him with her…but if it were true, I needed to know.
Ember walked into the bathroom, kicking her shoes off, grumbling under her breath a few curse words. Daniil’s feet moved into my line of vision and he stopped right in front of the bathroom door. Ember’s feet halted, and slowly turned toward Daniil.
“What the hell are you doing in here?” she asked quietly, her tone furious.
There was quiet, and Daniil said, “We need to talk…” That voice. It wasGrigori. Relief rushed through my veins, cooling my heated skin. But his tone was violent. “You stole my shirt and you wore my necklace. Why is that?”
