“There’s no rush. You can go back to sleep.”
“I have work too, if you’ve forgotten.” I finally pulled the blanket down to reveal my eyes again, allowing me to look at him. But I kept it up to my nose. “You aren’t the only one employed.”
His white brows furrowed. “Your file said you worked on Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday. It’s Friday.”
I glared. “That is a bother.”
“What?”
“I was trying to be polite and not overstay my welcome—if I even had one to begin with. You weren’t supposed to know my work schedule.”
He smirked. “It really isn’t a problem if you want to stay. Just make sure to close the door behind you.”
“Fine. I’ll sleep a little longer.” I was already here.
“Why are you keeping the blanket on your face like that?”
“You’re a shifter with an excellent sense of smell, and I have morning breath.”
Finn’s head tipped back with surprised laughter. His chest shook with his merriment. “You are so delightful, Mina. But I already smelled your breath this morning. It’s not that bad, not as bad as mine was anyway. You were curled up against me all night long.”
“You slept in here with me?” I asked in shock.
“It’s my bed, my dear. And I did say I would get you in it.” He winked as he lifted himself off his doorframe. “Purchase a new bracelet today. I want to contact you. We’ll have a proper date where I can seduce you, so the next time we’re in that bed together, we won’t just sleep.”
Monsters are real.
Monsters are real.
Monsters are real.
No matter how many times I thought it now…
I didn’t give a damn what he was.
“Okay,” I whispered. He could hear it.
Satisfaction passed over his features, and he dipped his head in farewell. “Goodbye, Mina.”
“Safe travels, Finn.”
He walked out of the room, trusting me to stay in his home while he wasn’t here. From the silly gossip pieces I read every so often, he never let a woman into his home. He always took them to a hotel or went to their place for any sexy encounters.
Trust. He was showing he trusted me.
The way I had trusted him.
“What?” Finn shouted, his voice far away. “God, slow down. How many golems are there?”
A pause.
He growled, “I’ll be there as fast as I can.”
I jerked upright in bed. I was still wearing my evening gown. I was a damn filthy mess, but I jumped out of bed and grabbed my heels that were by the door.
I had no clue where I was going, but I followed the sound of expensive shoes clicking on tiling—pacing back and forth. I came to a skidding halt right in front of Finn. “What’s going on?”
He was tapping on his bracelet. “God’s house is being attacked. Poppy’s the only one there right now. She’s tough, but she faints every time she sees those damn things.”
