“Aww, hell,” Targen mumbled.
My focus snapped back to the reception. “What?”
“That look on your face. That's dangerous.”
I kissed my teeth. “I’m thinking.”
“That's what worries me.”
I elbowed him lightly. He kissed the side of my head like he hadn't just lowkey insulted me. The nerve of him.
The bigger nerve was that I leaned back into him anyway.
The slow song moved into something faster, and the dance floor filled immediately. Real spun Everly into the middle of the room while everybody clapped and called out to them. She laughed so hard her head tipped back, curls bouncing, her dress catching the light. They looked so happy. Finally! It was like one of those moments you wanted to take a picture of to keep forever.
Then I noticed Prime. He stood near the far side of the room, talking to Ajani and Braeden. Nothing about that was strange. I mean, those three always looked like they were discussing important things, like how to fuck someone up legally. But something about them, I didn't know exactly what, caught my attention.
Maybe it was how still they were. Maybe it was that Ajani’s eyes kept moving toward the main doors. Maybe it was that Braeden looked annoyed instead of relaxed. Maybe it was the fact that Prime smiled, but it didn't look amused at all.
I frowned.
“What?” Targen asked immediately.
“I ain't said anything.”
“You went stiff on me.”
“Did I?” I evaded, smiling up at him.
“Yes.”
I looked at him. His gray eyes were already focused on my face. I forced myself to shrug.
“I’m fine.”
“You lie so badly,milaya.”
“And you tell the truth so selectively, hubby. I guess we both got stuff to work on.”
He smiled, but his eyes didn’t change. “Tell me what you noticed.”
I looked back toward Prime’s group. “They look... off.”
“Who?”
“My guys.”
His brow lifted. “Yourguys?”
“My cousins. My people. Focus, Targen. Don’t start acting jealous and insecure at this reception.”
He pointed at himself and mouthed 'Me?' like it was the most ridiculous thing he ever heard. “I am not jealous and insecure.”
I pursed my lips. “You kidnapped me from a date.”
“That was a coincidence,” he said, somehow straight-faced.
“But I'm the bad liar.”
