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fucking funny, Shane!” She began beating him with a pillow so hard the thing burst, sending feathers flying in the air. Still he laughed. “You son of a bitch.”
He couldn’t take her seriously when she was also on the verge of giggles. He rolled his eyes at her and pressed some buttons on his cell. “Fine. Try calling me now, you picky wench.”
She picked up her cell phone and dialed again, her brows rising in surprise. “Des’ree’s ‘You Gotta Be’?”
“Do you have an objection?” He sniffed, sneezing when feather fluff got up his nose. “I preferred ‘Puff’ myself.”
She was still biting back her giggles. “I’m terrified to know what Robin’s ring tone is.”
“‘Welcome to the Jungle’.”
She blinked. “Oddly appropriate.”
“We got fun and games.” He put his arms behind his head and smirked. “Wanna know Oberon’s?”
Akane’s jaw dropped. “You do not have Oberon’s cell number.”
“Oh?”
She tried to snatch his phone away but he put it under his pillow before she could. She sniffed. “I knew you were lying.”
His brows rose and he pulled his phone out. He held it up so she could clearly see the name and numbers listed.
“Holy shit.” Her butt hit the edge of the bed. “How did you get those numbers?”
He shrugged. “I did some artwork for the Gray Palace.”
Her shoulders slumped. “Of course you did.” She grabbed the phone out of his hand, choking when she read the name of the song he’d assigned as the High King’s the ring tone. “Bruce Springsteen’s ‘The Iceman’.” She cradled his cell in her hand, her gaze glued to his face. “Interesting choice.”
“Interesting man.” Shane could see the star of her left eye contract and expand. He hid his panic. He could just imagine what would happen if she snuck a peek at the High King. “I wouldn’t if I were you. If looking at Robin knocked you out for a week, what do you think checking out Oberon would do to you?”
“Damn it.” She flung his cell phone back on his bed and flopped back and across his legs. “Poo.”
He laughed softly. “Nobody lets you have any fun, huh?”
“Oh yeah. I haven’t killed a Black Court asshole in…” She held up one hand as if counting. “Days.”
“Gods above, a bored dragon. Whatever shall I do?”
She reached out and smacked him in the stomach. “Let me get to work, you sneaky bastard.”
“Hey now. My parents are married, thank you.”
Akane rolled her eyes and stood. Her hands swept through her hair, settling the black, curly mass around her. “Shane?”
“Hmm?” He was awake now, the visions gone, worked out in glass and metal the night before. He could use a cup of coffee and a taste of the woman standing at the end of the bed, idly playing with his footboard.
“Thanks. For my party.” She darted a quick glace from under her lashes. “Even if you ditched early.”
Pleasure curled through him, better than any sex he’d had with anyone else. He’d given her a taste of what life could be like if she accepted him, and she’d liked it. “You’re welcome.”
A shy smile darted across her face before she dashed from the room with an evil laugh. “Coffee’s all mine, Farm Boy!” The door slammed shut behind her with a bang, but not before she cried out “COLD!” The door opened and shut much quieter the second time. He assumed she’d reached back in and grabbed her coat.
Shane curled back up in bed and snickered. It would be better all around if he waited to make his way to the main house until after he could wipe away the smug smile on his face.
Akane caught Tristan’s attention with ease. The diner she’d gone to was near Henri Malmayne’s estate, so she wasn’t surprised to find that he wasn’t the only Malmayne Sidhe eating there. She was surprised to find that he had a number of what she was calling the Malmayne Malcontents with him.
Whispers had reached her ears that some of the Malmayne clan had
He couldn’t take her seriously when she was also on the verge of giggles. He rolled his eyes at her and pressed some buttons on his cell. “Fine. Try calling me now, you picky wench.”
She picked up her cell phone and dialed again, her brows rising in surprise. “Des’ree’s ‘You Gotta Be’?”
“Do you have an objection?” He sniffed, sneezing when feather fluff got up his nose. “I preferred ‘Puff’ myself.”
She was still biting back her giggles. “I’m terrified to know what Robin’s ring tone is.”
“‘Welcome to the Jungle’.”
She blinked. “Oddly appropriate.”
“We got fun and games.” He put his arms behind his head and smirked. “Wanna know Oberon’s?”
Akane’s jaw dropped. “You do not have Oberon’s cell number.”
“Oh?”
She tried to snatch his phone away but he put it under his pillow before she could. She sniffed. “I knew you were lying.”
His brows rose and he pulled his phone out. He held it up so she could clearly see the name and numbers listed.
“Holy shit.” Her butt hit the edge of the bed. “How did you get those numbers?”
He shrugged. “I did some artwork for the Gray Palace.”
Her shoulders slumped. “Of course you did.” She grabbed the phone out of his hand, choking when she read the name of the song he’d assigned as the High King’s the ring tone. “Bruce Springsteen’s ‘The Iceman’.” She cradled his cell in her hand, her gaze glued to his face. “Interesting choice.”
“Interesting man.” Shane could see the star of her left eye contract and expand. He hid his panic. He could just imagine what would happen if she snuck a peek at the High King. “I wouldn’t if I were you. If looking at Robin knocked you out for a week, what do you think checking out Oberon would do to you?”
“Damn it.” She flung his cell phone back on his bed and flopped back and across his legs. “Poo.”
He laughed softly. “Nobody lets you have any fun, huh?”
“Oh yeah. I haven’t killed a Black Court asshole in…” She held up one hand as if counting. “Days.”
“Gods above, a bored dragon. Whatever shall I do?”
She reached out and smacked him in the stomach. “Let me get to work, you sneaky bastard.”
“Hey now. My parents are married, thank you.”
Akane rolled her eyes and stood. Her hands swept through her hair, settling the black, curly mass around her. “Shane?”
“Hmm?” He was awake now, the visions gone, worked out in glass and metal the night before. He could use a cup of coffee and a taste of the woman standing at the end of the bed, idly playing with his footboard.
“Thanks. For my party.” She darted a quick glace from under her lashes. “Even if you ditched early.”
Pleasure curled through him, better than any sex he’d had with anyone else. He’d given her a taste of what life could be like if she accepted him, and she’d liked it. “You’re welcome.”
A shy smile darted across her face before she dashed from the room with an evil laugh. “Coffee’s all mine, Farm Boy!” The door slammed shut behind her with a bang, but not before she cried out “COLD!” The door opened and shut much quieter the second time. He assumed she’d reached back in and grabbed her coat.
Shane curled back up in bed and snickered. It would be better all around if he waited to make his way to the main house until after he could wipe away the smug smile on his face.
Akane caught Tristan’s attention with ease. The diner she’d gone to was near Henri Malmayne’s estate, so she wasn’t surprised to find that he wasn’t the only Malmayne Sidhe eating there. She was surprised to find that he had a number of what she was calling the Malmayne Malcontents with him.
Whispers had reached her ears that some of the Malmayne clan had
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