Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 144404 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144404 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
“I don’t think so. I think she’s exactly where she needs to be. She came when she heard you were in trouble,” Gray pointed out.
“And then complained about everything I did,” I noted. But he was right. She’d come running at my girly screams that had way more to do with nasty drool than the teeth that had threatened to take my throat out.
“Yeah, baby, you need to remember how your missions used to go. In this case, despite the fact that you’ve only been gone for a couple of days, and I haven’t hung with Liv in twelve years, I can tell you the interaction between the two of you this evening was far more normal than anything I’ve seen up to this point.”
We’d had some snark between us, and as two stubborn, know-what-we-want women, we’d butted heads more than once. Hell, there had been a good half year when I didn’t speak to her because I was pissed off. I’d forgiven her because I’d believed she’d genuinely had my best interest at heart.
How did I forgive her for this? We do strange things when we’re grieving, when we’re in pain. Her whole world had upended, and Liv had never faced that before.
She had looked worried. And now I was worried about Casey’s hard-core approach. “What if Casey pushes her back over the edge?”
“Do you want me to ask Casey to leave?” Gray took a deep breath and his lips kicked up. “Trent’s back.”
I heard the outer doors open, and then my glorious wolf was walking through the bedroom toward the balcony.
“What’s up? Why would you ask Casey to leave? Pretty sure we can use him. He’s the best researcher here. If anyone can figure out how to handle the upcoming heist, it’s Casey. I worry Lee will go for it without thinking, and his vampiric life will be short and not so sweet. He’s also looking into who we should talk to about finding Liv’s soul.” Trent had excellent hearing. He’d obviously stopped somewhere and taken a shower since his hair was still damp. He’d put his jeans back on, but his gorgeous chest was on full display.
My Boston boy was a perfect example of glorious wolfy masculinity. His brown and gold hair had just the right amount of curl and framed a face that I adored. Gray was male-model beauty. He could grace magazine covers, but Trent looked like he belonged out in nature, chopping wood with his big muscular arms.
Gray turned and leaned against the stone banister that ran around the balcony. “You missed so much fun stuff tonight. Casey announced that Liv is his wife, and he expects me to follow all vampire law concerning her.”
Trent’s eyes went wide. “You’re shitting me.”
I wished. “He’s not. It was a whole thing. He also claims that his commands concerning Liv supersede mine as the king’s sheriff.”
Trent frowned, seeming to think that one over. “Liv’s committed crimes. We could make a case that she’s under your jurisdiction. But why would he do that? Casey’s been reasonable when it comes to Liv. He’s never denied what she’s done. At least not in the last couple of years. We were gone in the beginning. I know Henri had to stop him from trying to meet with her.”
“I think he’s got it in his head that maybe she wasn’t the one in control when she did the worst of her crimes,” Gray explained.
“It’s hard for me to believe Liv doesn’t understand what’s happened. I was there when she greeted us. She announced that the royals were to be executed,” I explained, remembering that day not so long ago. She’d nearly killed the queen and Quinn. “But then she claims she would never have hurt me.”
Either she’d become a spectacular liar since I’d been gone or she believed it.
“We can talk to Tix in the morning. I’ve learned he’s got a wide breadth of knowledge when it comes to what demons are capable of, and he’s excellent at detecting lies,” Gray said, pushing off the banister. “But that is a problem for another day. Tonight we have to deal with a few other things. Kelsey, take off your clothes. We’re going to the playroom.”
This activity had not been mentioned before. I didn’t know we had an itinerary. “There’s a playroom? What do we play?”
He stared at me for long enough that I figured it out. Sex. He was talking about sex.
He was talking about kinky, tie me up and fuck me any way he wanted sex.
Trent was grinning my way. “Do you have any idea how long he’s wanted to get you in that room? He’s spent years perfecting it.”
“You’ve seen it?” I asked the question with genuine curiosity as I followed him through the big bedroom.
Our rooms were even more luxurious than our suite at the old Council building, which didn’t exist anymore. But it had been hella nice, and this was even nicer. I’d explored a little, and our private rooms included the massive bedroom and bath complete with a soaking tub for three and a shower you could have a large orgy in. There was a sitting and dining room, and what Tix had called an entertainments room, which included a larger screen than ever seen in a private residence on the Earth plane.