How can he see when it’s so bloomin’ dark in here? “I’m too warm.”
He rushes for the window, throwing it open, and fanning the cool night air toward me. It’s all so ridiculous, I can’t help but laugh.
His hands fall and he watches me with an unreadable expression.
“What?”
“Your laughter pleases my ears and makes my cock stir.”
Oh. My. Heavens. “Everett! You cannot say such things to me!”
His head tilts. “Why not?”
“Because it’s inappropriate!” Do they not learn proper manners on the other side of The Divide? You cannot just come right out and tell someone they make you…stir.
“I am going to kill Gryffin,” he mutters under his breath, carding a hand through his midnight hair. “He told me that I should share how I feel with you instead of keeping it all in. Now I have said too much.”
I doubt this Gryffin fellow meant for Everett to take his advice quite so literally. I also doubt I will ever recover from hearing him say the word…cock.
The poor man looks mortified, which makes me feel guilty for laughing. He clearly didn’t know any better.
Would he be as forward with an Unseelie woman?
Would she like it?
“It’s all right. I…um…appreciate your honesty.” Compared to Ronan, this man is a breath of fresh air. “But moving forward, perhaps you should keep any stirrings to yourself.”
He turns back toward the window. “I think I should return to the bridge.”
He probably should, but I don’t want him to. Perhaps it’s time I take a page out of Everett’s book and let him know howIfeel. “I would rather you stay.”
He twists slowly.
“You…intrigue me too.”
He smiles the first real smile I’ve seen since we met.
Which gives me an unobstructed view of his teeth.
Teeth that aren’t flat like mine, but sharp points that gleam white as bone in the darkness. A vicious predator.A beautiful nightmare.
Although his lips cover his teeth once more, the memory will stay with me forever. I’m not sure if I’m more intrigued or horrified. Perhaps it’s split down the middle.
“Do you spend every night guarding the bridge from us?” I ask, hoping he doesn’t hear the tremble in my voice.
He folds his hands behind his back once more. “We do not guard from the Seelie. We are tasked with keeping what lurks in the forests from crossing our bridge.”
Theirbridge? For some reason, I had assumed the bridge was ours. “What lurks in the forests?”
“Wolves, mostly.”
I raise a brow. “Mostly?”
His mammoth shoulders lift and lower in a shrug. “Mostly.”
I remember tales of wolves once roaming our land, but assumed they were only stories to keep children in line. After all, it’s hard to imagine a beast large enough to eat one’s grandmother whole. “Have you seen one before?”
His eyes darken. “I have.”
