A quiet growl emanated from the bed.
“Yeah, fuck you too,” she muttered.
I peeked out the door. How many more were here?
So far, my chances were slim to none on getting out of here alive with just the three of them. Though, if they kept bickering amongst themselves, I could probably make a run for it.
My brows puckered with a dreadful thought.
I knew what Theron shifted into.
Never mind. Running wasn’t an option.
I was officially dead.
A shudder, pure panic and failing hope, ran down my spine.
Poppy didn’t even glance my way, but she pointed a sharp finger at me, all while glaring at the fox. “Noelle Harvey, don’t you fucking move from there. I’ll deal with you after I’m done with this suicidal jackass. I mean, really, Cassander! How many times do you want to die in a week? You said you hated that crap.”
An explosion of white sparkles blasted on the bed.
A very naked and annoyed Cassander glared up at the redhead. “I’m tired. I didn’t get a lot of sleep last night, Ms. Carvene. Instead, I was busy taking care of you, if you might remember? You wanted Dad and me to stay and watch sappy as fuck, goddamn awful moviesall night long.”
I was just about sure Poppy didn’t hear a word he’d said.
She stood completely still, lost in her own thoughts. Staring at his body. How she managed to have not one expression on her face was astounding because…
Yes.Hello again, pretty pretty.
Cassander’s aggravated mien toned down gradually, blinking in the face of her dazed, pretty-boy dilemma. One of his eyebrows lifted, and his head cocked to the side in animalistic fashion, watching her like a curious hunter. His nostrils flared briefly, and then his eyes followed suit at whatever he scented in the air before he controlled his facial features and waited for her to look up from the world’s slowest perusal of another’s naked body.
Freaking hell, sculptors didn’t even take as long as she was.
And still, the room was silent.
Awkward.
Theron rubbed his nose with the handle of my gun and glanced down at me. The gears were definitely working inside his Ancient mind. Living two thousand years would do that to a person.
I still knew what he was thinking, young and all.
To grab me and leave quietly?
Or try to break up the heat starting to sizzle in here and actually do what they came here for?
He blinked, peered up at the other two and cleared his throat as loud as he could. When that did nothing, he hollered—with much amusement, “Cassander, I left your clothes outside the room!”
A clouded leopard suddenly dashed into the room.
My eyes widened as black sparkles whooshed through the room, another naked man appearing right between everyone.
Joshua Striker had come here uninvited.
Like every other fucking person in the bedroom.
Joshua smirked. “Hello, Theron.”
Chaos erupted; mayhem ensued.
