Nicholas’s anger began to vibrate through him. He growled, probably without realizing it, with each exhale of breath. “It’s past time I speak with Bridget myself,” he said, low and dangerous. Yet, even so, he did not move –not until I pulled back enough to look up at him. He met my gaze with stern
I was entirely drawn into cleaning. So much so that the rest of the world seemed to fall into the background. Maybe this was why I didn’t notice right away the sound of footsteps and the slight drip of water down onto the ground from a very wet body. Odd, I thought. Didn’t I turn the facet off?
Nicholas POV I returned to the living room where Veronica and Julian were helping Elva color. Jessica had already excused herself and gone to bed. Both Veronica and Julian looked up at me and their eyes went wide. “What happened?” Julian asked. I wanted to tell him but not in front of Elva.
“Mine either,” Nicholas said. “Your behavior since you came to us has been unacceptable.” “You are letting your foolish affections for that commoner affect your judgement,” Bridget said. “Instead of asking what happened to us? What happened to you? This person you are now… the vicious snake… is
Bridget blanched. “What did you call me?” Ronan clutched at his head as he forced himself upward into a sitting position. “Beloved?” “You hit your head too hard there, merfolk creep,” Bridget said. Ronan’s eyes grew wide. “How can you say that, Bridget? After everything we’ve shared?” “Share
Everyone, myself included stood there staring at Bridget with wide eyes. Did she… just slap the crown prince of the werewolf kingdom? At least, I supposed, she didn’t do so in front of the cameras, or in front of Ambassador Zale and his merfolk guards. But even so, to do so at all… Nathan was as
Nicholas reached up and cupped my face with both hands. He traced his thumbs across my cheekbones, before lowering his thumb to cross over my bottom lip. The pad of his thumb dragged over it. Feeling a little bold, I darted my tongue and licked him. He gasped, then pushed his thumb into my mouth.
The next morning was the final of our time on the island, so I made sure to set a personal alarm to wake me up just before dawn. When it finally went off, I grumbled a minute, before remembering my plan and forcing myself out of bed. I turned toward Elva and shook her gently, rousing her. “Mommy