I didn't want to kill him as much when she was sitting beside me.
Butfuck, I still wanted him dead.
fourteen
LIV
I started fidgetingbefore my nails were dry.
Niall gave me a knowing look the first time I wiggled my toes.
"I'm fine," I insisted.
"Mmhm." He wasn't convinced in the slightest. Maybe he really did have some kind of connection to my magic.
"It's unfair that yours dry immediately when you shift them. That makes no logical sense. Just distract me," I said. "Not the way you used to, considering the ultimatum you just hit me with."
"It wasn't an ultimatum. It was a statement."
"Stating that you'll never let me figure out if you're my fated mate unless we seal a bond is definitely an ultimatum."
"I didn't threaten to leave you or refuse to be with you if you didn't. That would've been an ultimatum. I set a boundary."
"We're not going to agree on this."
"Probably not."
I wiggled my toes a little harder and forced a slow breath out."Good thing we're just friends now."
"Good thing. Which paintings did you bring me?"he asked, sounding far too amused.
"I'm not telling you. They were supposed to be part of the bargain."
"So you can get rid of me completely if we're not fated?"
"Maybe."
He snorted. "At least you're not denying it now. I'm not going to bargain, but I'lltradeyour favorite sports bra for the fifth anniversary painting."He'd painted it about a week before Larson's spell.
"You have the yellow one? I've been looking for it for years!"
"You left it in my truck, after that hike a few days before Larson fucked up the spell."
"I forgot about the truck sex."
"I'm insulted, Livvy."
"You're not."
"Nah. There was a lot of sex."
"In a lot of different places." I blew a puff of air at the piece of hair that was hanging over my eye, and wiggled my toes a little more. Niall tucked the hair away for me. "I'm maintaining custody of the fifth anniversary painting. It's your most explicitone. Actually, I want the other four too. Unless you burned them or something."
"It's not my most explicit, and I didn't burn them."
"Did you sell them? Because we're going to have a real issue if you?—"
He lifted an eyebrow at me. "You think Isoldnude paintings of you? I don't even like it when you walk around in a sports bra."
