Grigori grinned outright and started to play with his tongue ring, making it peek out between his teeth. “Sure.” He snickered, shaking his head, but asked, “Have you seen Ember? She hasn’t come to bed yet.”
Daniil was edging us around Grigori, apparently set on finishing our game out because he slapped me on the ass, pushing me forward a few paces, stating, “Front room last time I saw her.” Then he glanced at me, his hair blocking his face from Grigori and mouthed, “I’ll give you a head start.”
I laughed, ignored Grigori’s amused look, and raced off.
“You’re going to give me nightmares, Papa,” Grigori said from behind me, teasing his dad.
I ran flat out and heard Daniil laugh, and it sounded cocky as hell. “If this gives you nightmares, then you better stay the hell out of the music room tonight.” Then, he shouted, “That’s all the head start you’re getting, my sweet!”
And even though he was silent, I knew he had taken chase as I darted down another hallway because I heard Grigori groan loudly and dramatically, “Too much info, Papa.”
“More like fair warning!” Daniil shouted, and he sounded damn close.
I squealed and made my feet move even faster.
And he caught me, anyway. Right when I entered the music room, slamming the door shut behind us. Yeah…well…I was pretty much naked in less than five seconds and had a death’s angel with shark eyes ready to devour me. But, instead of doing it instantly—as I was more than game for, he placed me on top of the piano and played me that song he’d promised me…before me made the keys bang in passion. Oh, yeah. I really liked the music room.
Munching on my Fruity Pebbles the next morning, I stared at Ember’s pancakes. On top of them, as she played with her food in fidgety movements, was a glob of whip cream and strawberries. I had already eaten about five strawberries so that wasn’t what held my attention. It was that fluffy, sugar white goodness sitting on top of the crisp brown pancake.
I swallowed my mouthful and scanned the table, spying the can of whip cream in front of Chloe. It held my attention as I took another mouthful and chewed. I dropped my spoon, standing and chewing, walking down the table. Again, my feet just moved me as I leaned between her and Kirill, bumping them only slightly and snatching it. Holding it protectively to my chest, I made my way back to my chair and swallowed down my mouthful.
After sitting back down, I spooned up a big bite of cereal and then squirted a portion about the same size as my spoonful on top of the cereal in my spoon, then put the can back to my chest and licked my lips, staring at the heaven on a spoon I held.
I groaned, opened my mouth extra wide, and took it in. And groaned again, closing my eyes.Heaven.
“Jesus. I didn’t know her mouth could open that wide,” Eva muttered next to me, bringing me out of my food coma, and my eyes snapped open as I chewed.
“I did,” Daniil whispered quietly, and I almost choked on my cereal, but luckily, only Grigori and I heard him because Grigori choked on his coffee and Eva didn’t puke right there on the spot.
Daniil was eyeing my mouth with a gaze that needed to stay in the bedroom. We hadn’t done anything this morning because I had been sicker than a dog, puking my guts up, but it appeared Daniil was contemplating ways to fix our lack of fun this morning. Like right now.
I cleared my throat and mumbled around a mouthful of heaven, “Daniil...” My parents didn’t need to see that.
Daniil’s lips quirked and his gaze met mine. I could see the humor there even through his heated brown eyes. He thought I was being ‘adorable’ again. How nice for him.
I started to scowl but stopped when Roman stated, “Papa, I think we need to have the piano tuned. I couldn’t sleep last night and went down to play, but it’s all off. It sounds horrible.”
I blinked slowly.
Daniil’s lips quivered.
Oops. Looks like we messed it up a bit.
Ember stated in choppy words, “That’s probably because someone was banging on it. I walked past there last night, and it sounded like a two-year-old was taking a sledgehammer to the keys.”
Grigori made an odd gurgling noise.
Daniil quickly glanced away from me, breaking the hold he’d suddenly had on my eyes. I quickly stuffed another bite in my mouth without whip cream this time. Daniil picked up his coffee cup, stating, “I’ll have to talk with the servants. Sounds like someone was trying to learn to play. I’ll call someone to have it tuned.”
He sipped his coffee, looking calm and collected, and Grigori made that odd gurgling sound again. I glanced at him and willed him to keep it together. He looked like he was about to bust up, staring at his dad with wide eyes.
Roman held his hands up about twenty inches apart, stating, “About this much of it is jacked. I don’t know if it can be fixed, but having it tuned will tell.”
I was the one that stared wide-eyed now.
My ass wasn’t that big…
Was it?
