Not like I hadn’t been since I discovered their secret. It was all I could think about most days.
Monsters were real.
Finn took hold of my elbow and pulled me with tenderness back to his side—away from his friend. He eyed him a long moment, then muttered in exasperation, “Did you hear what I said before? You’ll need to call God and assure him she’s fine.”
“I’ll try.” Cassander walked on top of the fallen golems, already headed to the exit. “Ifhe’ll answer my call.”
Finn’s jaw ground together. “Just keep calling him.”
He nodded, not commenting, his tense back to us.
“I’ll see you at home tonight, right?” Finn sighed.
“Well, let’s see… I’m sure as hell not welcome at God’s,” Cassander griped, his steps now pounding down onto the ground. “So, yeah, I’ll be at your place. Later, Finn.”
“Safe travels.” Finn’s brows furrowed as his friend left the room.
Megan had been watching the entire exchange in silence. She snorted, her arms crossing. “Trouble in paradise between bros?”
Finn’s attention snapped to her. “You know Godric and Cassander are brothers?”
Megan’s eyes widened. And she grinned. “I do now. I’ve never heard of Cassander before, but I’m pretty sure all the info on Mr. King has never alluded to him having a brother. That’s sweet intel.”
Finn snapped his mouth shut and glared.
I couldn’t hold in my surprise. “They’re really brothers? They look nothing alike.”
Finn’s eyes closed on the defeat of his blunder. “Step-brothers.”
“Interesting.” I drummed my fingers on my lips, my mind flying through all the history texts I’d read. “Is Cassander older or younger than Mr. King?”
“Why?”
“Just curious.” I tapped my head, shoving the alarm aside that I was talking to a white tiger. One that could kill me with barely any work put into the death act. “I’m a scholar, remember? I love information.”
“God is older than Cassander. But only by a few minutes.”
My blink was so slow. They were bothancient.
“And you?” I probed—so damn quietly. “Are you older than Mr. King?”
Finn’s head of white cropped hair tilted, his eyes scanning my face. A blue gaze full of secrets didn’t flinch at my question, but he hesitated in answering. “Are you sure you want to know?”
“Yes.” I didn’t back down.
“God is one minute older than me.”
“Oh,” I whispered, my chest heaving in panic.
He bent down and swooped me up off my feet, as if he thought I would faint, carrying me the same way Cassander had Poppy. My fingers gripped onto his shoulders in surprise, my eyes wide in terror.
His nostrils flared, and he inhaled deeply. He murmured, “I hate that I put fear in you. I much prefer the sweet scent of your arousal.”
Megan choked, her eyes widening. “That’s gross, man. You should probably try a different tactic to get her into bed.” She raised her brows as a thought occurred inside that warped head of hers. “Try staring at her with those ‘fuck me’ eyes again. She went all mushy with that shit.”
I gulped down my fear and yanked my gaze off the monster holding me. I stared hard at the other woman. “Megan, I don’t even know what to say to you.”
Her lips curved into a grin, not showing any teeth. “I do have that effect on people. You shouldn’t feel special.”
Finn grunted. “You kind of remind me of a friend of mine. He has that same smart mouth you do.”
“Is he hot?” Megan took a step closer.
I peered heavenward, now understanding how my mother felt most days with me. “I’d really like to leave now. There are dead bodies in the other room someone should tell the CA about. I’m sure the family members would like to know if their daughters are merely runaways…or dead.”
Finn instantly started strolling toward the door, also stomping on the downed golems. “Poppy will inform her superior when she wakes. She’s been searching for those women for over a month now.”
Megan scowled and jumped over golems, attempting to keep up with us. “Why don’t I get a strong man to carry me out of here? I’m a delicate woman too.”
Finn snorted. “Yeah, right.”
