“What do you want me to do?” Rys sat propped up on his elbows, looking sexier than he had any right to.
I had plenty of answers to that question, but none that’d go down well with Max. I scrubbed a hand through my hair in an attempt to tame it. “You might as well get up. He’s going to know you’re here anyway.”
Rys nodded, and I shamelessly watched as he pushed the covers off him and stood, showing off all his naked glory.
I wanted to push him back on the bed and finish what we’d started last night. Now that I knew, I couldn’t stop thinking about it.
Rys was mine.
Or he could be at any rate.
I licked my lips, imagining him in a half-shifted state—eyes wild like that of his wolf, claws sharp enough to mark my body and fangs that would sink into my skin and claim me as his. Running my tongue over my own teeth, I wondered how it worked for me?
If I was a shifter, I’d bite him in return, but I was part-fae. I didn’t have fangs or claws.
How did I claim Rys as mine?
A throat cleared, startling me.
Rys was watching me with a mix of amusement and hunger in his eyes. “I’d love to discover what thoughts are making you smell like that, but Max is probably seconds away from breaking in.”
Heat flooded my cheeks.
Maybe I was getting a little ahead of myself. Rys hadn’t said hewantedto be soulmates. Just that we were.
Did he even want to be tied to me forever?
Last night had been so intense, I’d forgotten about everything else going on around us. But now, standing in my bedroom with daylight streaming in and the real world waiting outside my door, nothing seemed quite as cut and dried as it had last night.
Rys was right.
We needed to talk.
But first I needed to let Max in.
Leaving Rys to get dressed, I pulled the door closed—like that would help—and walked down the hallway to the front door. “Hey,” I said, pasting on a hopefully innocent smile as I greeted a frustrated-looking Max.
“What took you so—”
I saw the exact moment Rys’s scent hit him, and I cringed.
He raised one perfectly arched eyebrow. “I see you and Rys are getting along better.”
Laughter sounded from the bedroom, and I sighed. “Yep.” I stepped aside and ushered him in, rolling my eyes at his grimace. “It’s not that bad.”
“Do you have heightened senses?” Max asked, giving me alook. “No, I didn’t think so.”
I led him through to the living room, running a hand through my hair. “Sorry I’m not ready.”
Max grinned. “I can see you were busy.”
Goddess, I was never going to live this down. “I’ll… um… just jump in the shower. What time is Blake expecting us?”
“In about thirty minutes.” Max checked his phone. “I messaged him about an hour ago, but he’s not replied. And he didn’t answer my call earlier.”
I frowned. “You think he’s gone?” He’d seemed willing to talk to us last night. Not nervous or like he was hiding anything.
Max sighed. “I don’t know. Only one way to find out.” He made a shooing motion with his hands.
