“You fucking dumbass,” Kettle growled.
Xander threw his hands up in the air.
Grimm growled.
Merlin winced.
Saint stepped forward and popped Xander on the back of his head, “You’re one dumb fuck.”
Xander whirled, “Me? All of you were thinking the same fucking thing.”
“Hey, honey, this is a surprise,” Nola said.
Xander visibly winced.
I chuckled.
“Well, hey there, sweetheart, did you come to carry my bags?” Tempie asked Merlin.
Soraya was smiling up at Kettle.
Ophelia, however, her eyes were slowly starting to narrow up at Saint.
“Honey,” Saint started.
Ophelia growled.
Nola’s head started to whip towards Ophelia; however, her eyes landed on us.
On every single one of us.
Nuke. Grimm. Merlin. Saint. Khal. Kettle. Xander. Jury. Wolf. Hamm. Myself.
“I. Do. Not. Believe. You.” Nola said in a tone that had all of us stepping back from Xander.
“Baby,” Xander tried.
“I. Do. Not. Believe. You.” Nola growled.
Xander opened his mouth to no doubt defend himself, but Nola beat him to it.
“I never say a word about the runs you go on. I don’t ask. I never say a word about the club bunnies that like to hop on any cock they can bounce on. I never say a word about the women who openly stare at you when I’m not looking. Because,” sheleaned up on her tiptoes, and shoved her finger in his chest, “I trust you.”
Xander opened his mouth, but Nola beat him to it a-fucking-gain.
“Where’s my fucking trust? Huh?” She screeched.
Agatha was standing at the side, smirking.
Tempie was glaring at Merlin.
Soraya was glaring up at Kettle.
And Ophelia was shaking her head at Saint.
“Now isn’t the right time to have this conversation,” Nuke ordered.
Soraya’s, Ophelia’s, Agatha’s, Tempie’s, and Nola’s heads whipped in his direction, and they all glared.
