Page 103 of Pretty Little Death


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"Tempting, but?—"

"Hey, Darke!" Liv called out, her voice muffled in the speaker.

"Hey." Grayson turned around.

I bit my lip, curious how the interaction was going to go. I'd never seen him with my family before, and it made me a little nervous.

He'd technically talked to Darius a bit, but that hadn't been quite the same.He'd been buried inside me when it happened.

"Mer didn't give you the code?" Liv asked as she and Niall walked into view, their hands locked together.

"She wants me to strip for it."

I bit my lip to stop myself from grinning.

"Well, go ahead. What are you waiting for?" Liv shooed him toward the camera. "I'll record it. For her."

"No, you won't." Niall took the phone Liv had pulled out of the pocket of her workout shorts, and tucked it in his own pocket.

She didn't bother glaring at him.

“You both might feel the urge to jump me," Grayson warned them casually. “My magic can be unpredictable.”

It wasnot.

Niall's eyes narrowed. "Incubus magic doesn't work on mated pairs."

"Doesn't it?" Grayson asked.

Liv studied him. "He's bluffing. He must be."

Grayson grabbed the hem of his shirt.

"7143,"I said into his mind."You can strip for me later."

I felt his amusement through the bond. "Unfortunately for both of you, my mate wants me to keep my clothes on for now."

Liv snorted, grabbing the box of beer bottles off the ground, which Niall immediately took from her arms. She breezed past both men on her way into the house.

Grayson winked at the camera again before stepping in too, shutting the door behind him. My video feed was officially empty, and cut itself off after a few seconds.

"They're here," I called to Darius.

"Already? We barely got anything done.”

"We took too long getting food and ice cream."

"There's no such thing as taking too long with food and ice cream."

I was inclined to agree.

Grayson stopped in the doorway of my bedroom. His gaze held mine for a few moments before he looked around the room, taking everything in. He'd never been in my house before, and I didn't think there was any way he could've seen pictures of it.

"I'll finish packing tonight, Scorch," Gray told Darius, his eyes on me once again. "Thanks for the help."

"Any time." Dare strode out of the bathroom, holding up one of the enchanted bath bombs I used from time to time. "I'm stealing this."

"It's all yours," I agreed.