But I just wait for Anton to reply, unwilling to let the slightly awkward silence get to me. Because I’m not letting him distract or joke his way out of the question this time.“Come on, Anton,” I say, holding his gaze. “You know every detail of my romantic life and you refuse to tell me anything ab
“Do you think you have a mate?”He shrugs. “I don’t know. I don’t think it matters. I always just knew that when I found her, that would be it, mate or not.”I smile a little. “She’ll have to be one hell of a girl.”He nods, just once. And doesn’t say a word.“Thank you for telling me,” I murmur, sn
“Whoa,” Jesse says, looking around as Midnight and he step into my room. “Crap, June, you sure got the shiny side of the coin in terms of lodging on this planet –““Hey!” Midnight snaps, glaring up at him. “You’d better say nice things about my yurt.”“The most comfortable yurt in which I have ever
Anton grimaces as Jesse leads him outside, already knowing where this is going.“Jess,” he sighs, his hands sunk deep in his pockets.“Nope,” Jesse says, turning when he gets to the balustrade and peering over Anton’s shoulder to make sure the girls are busy in the room and not listening. “Tony, wha
“Then tell me, Tony,” Jesse says, advancing on his friend, his hands balled into fists, ready to hit if there were anything to punch. “What the fuck is it?” Anton stares at Jesse for a long, long moment, his mouth and shoulders trembling. And then he breaks, groaning and striding away to collapse
“Jesse,” I groan, stumbling forward and knocking my hand hard against his shoulder, making him fall back a step and laugh. “If you go to pieces on me, I’m going to kill you! And trust me, the Deadlands is not a nice place, okay? So, save us both the trouble.”“Yes ma’am, yes ma’am,” he murmurs, glan
“Jesse Sinclair,” I snap. “You’d better not be sleeping with that girl.”“Oh my god,” he groans, tilting his head back to the sky. “Why does everyone think that I would do that!?”“Just because she’s your mate does not give you any right to her in that way! She is an innocent, and she has been abuse
“Oh, you love it, and teach it about Darkness and the art of shadows,” Midnight says, nodding beneficently like it is very easy and lovely.“Where does it sleep?” Laila asks.Midnight just looks at her like she’s insane. “On…the floor?”“Who takes care of it?” Anton queries next.“I don’t know,” Mid