Total pages in book: 162
Estimated words: 165618 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 828(@200wpm)___ 662(@250wpm)___ 552(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 165618 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 828(@200wpm)___ 662(@250wpm)___ 552(@300wpm)
And this meant she was up to something.
They hadn’t been privy to what was discussed.
But she was still up to something.
Onward from that, the witch who created the potion had also created an antidote that you could take not only to reverse the effects of the drug, but as a safeguard that would counteract it if you took it. This had been administered to the Red Watch agents, and they were able to confirm their hazy reports.
Also, the charges against Tatra were multiplying, because it was super-illegal to drug someone against their will.
The antidote had been ordered in vast quantities, so those who were hunting Tatra, and those who might be targeted by her (including Tanyn and me) would be ready should she find some way to slip it to us.
Dinner consumed. Cannoli (Tanyn ate one of mine, grr) consumed.
And it was then, Tanyn started kissing me, and I hated to admit it, but I didn’t hesitate to respond to his kiss.
And now we were here.
He pulled out (still hard, how could that happen?), dropped to his back, and immediately ordered, “Roll here.”
“You roll into me,” I returned.
He did not roll into me.
He shoved an arm under me and rolled me into him.
Whatever.
“I hope you have a good cleaning service,” he said to the ceiling.
I had my head on his shoulder, but I lifted it to look at him when he said that.
“Why?”
He was grinning.
Again, deliver me.
Because oh-so-crazily, I was oh-so falling in love with him.
And I knew this because I was already totally in love with that grin.
“Baby, your nails are lethal.”
“What?”
“You tore my back to shreds.”
I pushed up. “What?”
“This is not a complaint.”
“Turn around,” I demanded.
“As you know, I’m a demon. I’ll heal in five minutes.”
I slapped his generously swelled pec. “Turn. Around.”
He shifted to his side so I could see his back.
Whoa.
I did a number on him.
Yikes.
He dropped to it and pulled me on top of him.
“It’s not as bad as it looks,” he murmured, his hands moving on me.
Actually, all over me.
“I should put a medi-pad on it.”
“Again, they’ll close in five minutes.”
“But medi-pads have antibiotics in them.”
“In the unlikely event I have one, my body will beat back an infection within an hour.”
“I know. But if I put a medi-pad on it, your body won’t have to fight an infection.”
“Can we not tarry on this unimportant conversation so I can tell you Mira’s new plan?”
Mira had a new plan?
“I haven’t decided yet if—”
“Stop it, sweetheart,” he whispered. “You crossed me. I reacted. Foolishly. You apologized. I apologized.”
Hold on.
“Did I miss your apology?” I asked.
That damned gorgeous grin returned. “I shot it into you twice. And ate it out of you once. And I put a fair amount of effort into all of that.”
I refused to quiver with happy memories and instead frowned down at him.
“Do you want to know Mira’s plan?” he inquired.
“Is it going to annoy me?”
“I don’t know why it would. Except you’re Catla Truelock and get annoyed pretty easily.”
Don’t rise to the bait, Catla!
“Okay. Hit me with it.”
“We come out at the engagement party.”
This confused me. “That was already the plan.”
“And nobody gets shit from us until then. We spring it on them. In the meantime, if you can come up to Sky’s Edge on the weekends, you do. If you can’t, I’ll rearrange things so I can come down. And the time we have is just ours.”
I hated that I loved this plan.
“But this weekend, I’m here,” he carried on. “And next weekend, I am too, because Zyr and Manny want to come down.”
I did not hate at all that I loved that more.
“Seriously?” I breathed.
His hands stopped roaming so he could wrap his arms around me.
“Seriously.”
Speaking of…
“Where’s Hurley?”
“My beings are looking after him.”
“Where?”
“At the Sky’s Edge embassy.”
“Why didn’t you bring him with you here?”
“Because I didn’t want to use him as a prop. I wanted this to be you and me without any manipulations or making you think I was using him as a trick.”
That sucked because it was mega.
“So let’s get into that,” he said.
“You comming your staff to have them send over Hurley?”
No grin this time, but he gave me a smile.
“He was wondering where you went,” he told me.
“And I was wondering where you kept him when we were at Berg Castle.”
His lips turned down. “Where I kept him?”
“I didn’t see him the whole time I was there.”
“Ah,” he said. “That’s because he has a doggie door. Precisely, five of them. He’s free to roam, inside and on the grounds. And he does that a lot. He slept beside me, like he usually does. You were just asleep when we returned to you that first night.” His eyes got soft. “And due to me acting like an ass, you weren’t with us the second night.”
“Oh,” I mumbled.
“Now that’s out of the way, let’s tackle the rest.”