“Since when has my diet been the concern of all of you?” Lucian grits out.
“Since you fucking marked a mortal. Now fuckoff and go feed before you snap and do something you’ll regret,” Cain argues back.
Lucian stills for a moment, both he and Cain standing there in a stubborn stare-off.
Lucian gives a tight nod, finally giving in as Cain, speaking from experience, finally breaks through Lucian’s stubborn skull. Lucian bends down, pressing his mouth to mine in a light, barely-there kiss.
“Don’t leave, don’t move. I won’t be long,” he whispers his orders across my lips.
“Did anyone tell you that you have control issues?” I murmur as he pulls back.
I’m rewarded with a smile the devil would be proud of.
“When I get back, I will show you exactly the kind of control I would like to inflict on you,” he says, an erotic threat that has my thighs clenching.
“You keep talking to her like that, I’m going to get hard,” Clutch teases.
Lucian lets out a low, irritated growl before placing a final kiss on my lips and leaving, while giving Clutch a‘say one more fucking word, I dare you’look.
“Why do you tease him like that? You know he would beat your ass.” Cain smirks as he takes a seat beside me.
Clutch smiles cockily, twirling his toothpick withhis tongue. “Because it’s fun, and it got him out hunting, so he won’t be a miserable asshole when he comes back. No need to thank me now, you can do it later.” He winks before walking off.
I laugh and shake my head.
“How are you doing, mortal?” Cain asks, his eye inspecting the now purple bruise on my cheek, courtesy of Seraphine.
“I’m good.” I shrug.
His penetrating red eyes watch me intently. “You’ve talked it through with Lucian, about the whole marking thing?” he asks.
I shake my head no. When I woke, he held me so tight, his face a mix of concern and rage. He’s been so caught up trying to find Seraphine and looking after me, although I don’t need it.
“What’s there to talk about?” I shrug.
Cain arches his brow in surprise at my question. “Everything,” he states bluntly. “You must have questions.”
I look down at the book on my lap, staring at the words but not taking them in. I have questions, of course I do, but if I ask them, then I will be forced to ask the big one. The main question that is bouncing around my head.
If I die, he dies.
Is that why he really cares? Is that why he’s been so attentive? The checking my pulse thing? He needs to look after the only thing that could kill him, right?
I swallow. I don’t want to ask those questions. I don’t want to even think about them, because then it bursts this happy bubble that I’m in. I’m not ready for it to pop.
I give Cain a small smile. “I don’t need answers,” I lie.
Cain’s lips purse, seeing straight through my bullshit. “Fine, you’re not going to ask him. Ask me,” he gestures.
I shake my head. “No.”
“Why? What are you scared of? Believe me, you’ve dealt with Seraphine, you can handle these answers,” he says, trying to coax me.
I sigh, looking back at the book.
“You’ve read that same page for the last fifteen minutes. I know mortals are slow, but I don’t think you are that slow. Put down the book and ask me some questions. I can see your little mind whirling with them,” he pushes.
“No, just leave me alone with this book,” I snap.
