I smirk. I know using his designation so soon after being knotted is walking a very thin line. Part of me hopes he bites, maybe snaps that line by throwing me over his shoulder…
I’m lifted, but sat back down too soon. Now on a very large lap with a strong arm circling my stomach.
“Behave,” he growls in my ear, then kisses my cheek, making me want to do the very opposite.
But Luc’s fork is already back at my lips, and the bacon is pretty good…
Soon, they’re all eating, making light conversation while Luc continues to feed me in between his own bites.
I look between them all with a soft smile. “Do you do this every morning? Have breakfast together?”
“No. We usually go to the gym first,” Sylvan answers.
“Yeah, which one?”
“Here.”
Of course they have their own gym in this mansion. “Have you been today?”
“No.” He frowns hard. “Why would we when you’re here?”
I let out a soft sigh, resting my cheek on my palm to face him. “Sylvan, you are so damn cute.”
His confused expression slips into a soft, uncertain smile.
“But you should go,” I say. “I don’t want to ruin your routine, and I really need to call my brothers.”
I take a sip of the coffee Val poured me, pause at the faint hint of caramel, then take another when I realise they’ve all gone quiet and there’s no movement.
“Go on.” I hop down from Kaiden’s lap, which earns me a disgruntled growl. “No…” I gently chide, hardly stopping the corner of my mouth from twitching.
I actually like the grumbly protectiveness.
“Listen, I’m not going anywhere, but if I don’t call my brothers soon, they’ll probably send a SWAT team.”
“They won’t find you,” Sylvan murmurs.
I decide to ignore it. “Go on. Go to the gym. Got to keep those muscles…” My eyes skim over them. “…big.”
There are a few more disapproving rumbles, but they get the hint as I disappear round the corner back up the stairs.
Although the bedroom I’ve been in is gorgeous, I need a change of scenery, especially when I know my brothers will want to see me. A bedroom is probably not the ideal background.
I’ve situated myself on the large U-shaped sofa, the self-igniting fire roaring before me, surrounded by soft cushions and a thick throw as I charge my dead phone and slip my SIM card back in.
The second it pings on, it doesn’t stop.
Endless notifications.
I swipe them all away, refusing to look, before turning my phone onto silent.
I take a deep breath as I click into the group chat, press the video call button, and wait.
Not for long.
“You have somenerve,Revea Monroe.” Rue’s voice appears before his face, and when it does, he’s frowning. “It’s been two days since that vague-ass text.Twodays. You can’t even send a fucking text to say you’re alive? I get a call from my fuckingbossto say you’re staying with them? They won’t even tell me where you are becauseyoutold them not to. Like, what the fuck?”
His face moves closer to the screen.
