I stared, my mouth gaping. “You see their souls?”
He nodded. For a brief second, his silver eyes were haunted. Then he chuckled, with a smile. “The bastards are always green too. Like, neon fucking green.”
Theron decided to speak, his eyes still closed. “Is that all for tonight, gentlemen?”
Godric muttered, “I hope to hell it is.”
No one else spoke with concerns, the room quiet.
“Time to go then.” Theron jumped to his feet, sliding his flip-flops on, entirely cheerful. Then he snapped his fingers at the other men, his dark eyes narrowing to dangerous slits and his tone lowering to a snarl. “Get the hell out of here before you piss me off. Give the newly mated pair some privacy.”
It was like whiplash how fast he altered himself.
They jumped to their feet, hauling ass outside.
He barked after them, “I will see you all for dinner in three days. Don’t forget. I’m making lasagna!”
Hilarity bubbled inside my chest.
Without moving his lips, Godric whispered on a mere breath, “Don’t laugh. That actually will piss him off.”
I shoved any laughter down deep.
I did not want to make that man mad.
Theron sighed and turned patient eyes on his son. “You should have let him stay here. He was waving a damn white flag in the air.”
Godric’s nose scrunched. “I know.”
“Then get your shit together. You’re better than this,” his father scolded. He shook his head of honey-colored hair. “Anyway, I’m leaving too. I’m off for my dance class. There’s this amazing elderly couple who I just adore there.”
With unblinking eyes, I watched him leave.
“Godric?”
He chuckled. “I know what you’re going to ask.”
“Is he always like that?” I asked it anyway.
“Yes, he is.”
“Wow.” I nodded like I understood. But I didn’t think anyone would understand a man who had lived for two thousand years. “Do we really need to go to dinner—”
“You are going!” Theron shouted from far outside the room.
I snapped my mouth shut.
Godric winked. “Shifter hearing, pet.”
CHAPTERTHIRTY-SIX
“So…” My voice was suddenly quiet. “What now?”
Godric’s lips curled with a secret only he knew. He lifted his right hand and pointed a finger over the top of my left hand, just a sliver away from touching. The heat burned my skin, and I shivered as he ran his finger up and down my arm slowly, not allowing me to feel his flesh on mine but gifting me the warmth.
He purred, “My bedroom is right through that door in the corner. I had the meeting here to be closer to it.”
My voice was breathless as I watched his finger trail up and down my arm. “That was proactive.” I licked my bottom lip. “But do I need to go back to the Military House tonight?”
