Chuckling, I guessed he was the only person who used that name for the Viscountess.
Grabbing something from the nightstand she threw it at him, the hair clip hitting him square in the chest.
He jumped awake from the scare,blinkingout of the room as a reflex thenblinkingback in, but in the air, crashing on his ass against the floor.
“Yes. Of course, she is a… agoodVampire,” Isis assured, seeming confused by my chosen terminology. “You can trust her blindly.”
“Isis! Are you okay?” the Fae asked, standing while rubbing his ass.
“Well, I don’t know, Bjørn. What are you doing sleeping? Aren’t you supposed to be watching me to make sure I awake?”
Heblinkedto her side right away, holding her from behind and kissing her cheek. “I love it when you treat me badly. I guess you are perfectly fine now.”
Isis chuckled, winking at me. “Tell me, why would Natasha know the nameAnastasia?”
“She tortured me for it.”
Shaking her head, Isis sighed, looking at me like there was nothing she could do about him now. “Never believe the first thing a Fae tells you.”
“Yeah, he warned me about that.”
Glancing sideways at him, she narrowed her eyes. “Try again.”
“She is secretly an evil sorcerer, and I was hopeless but to comply with her demands.”
Laughter escaped me at that one, and the Fae winked at me just as Isis doubled over again, grabbing her side.
“Okay, enough fun. You are still not fully healed because we had to stop,” Bjørn admitted. “You need to rest to recover.”
Concern for the others painted her expression. “What? Why did they stop?”
“Something happened here too,” I began, not wanting to go into details because she would freak the hell out and then want to wolf up and go back to the mountain. “Long story short, the guys are exhausted, and Dante collapsed while healing you, so the darkness took him.”
“We’ll tell you everything tomorrow after you wake up refreshed. I promise, Luv,” Bjørn offered.
Her expression said Isis wanted to do everything but that, still, she nodded, leaning in to kiss my cheek before lettingher mate get her back to bed. Taking away her robe, he pulled the covers over her and handed her a healing potion from the nightstand’s drawer—helping her drink it before he kissed her.
The way his lips closed over hers so filled with love and passion, yet so gentle, reminded me of the way that Dante kissed me last night, and my heart constricted.
I was going to smack him for that as soon as he reappeared.
Based on my experience with those potions, I knew that Isis would sleep like the dead tonight—thanks to Dante’s magic—so I stepped out of the room silently, closing the door to give them time alone.
A smell I’d never had the chance of scenting before invaded my nostrils, its deliciousness awakening my stomach. I kind of growled. I hated being hungry when there were far more important things happening.
Helpless but to follow the scent, I walked back toward the kitchen to find Vanessa sitting at the table with a paper bag and a bunch of containers scattered around it. The seat next to her seemed to have been used already, a half-filled glass and a plate with a few leftovers still there.
“My brother already went back to his room. Do you want Chinese food? I was starving so I ordered some… It’s his favorite.”
“Yes, please.” I walked to the table, seeing her remove the paper plate and glass D used and place new ones there for me.
“Have you ever had Chinese?” She smiled when I shook my head. “Do you want to try? These are the ones I like the most. This one is special fried rice, with a bunch of yummy things inside, sweet, and sour chicken, and of course, my absolute favorite, pork egg rolls.”
Grabbing the ones she mentioned, I served myself a portion each, taking the first bite of the special rice. “Holy crap. This is delicious!”
Chuckling, she wiggled her eyebrows. “I know, right? Try the fried chicken without the sauce first. Then dip it here.”
“Goddess, I am not sure if this is actually this freaking good or I’m just starving.”
