Laila and Orion come in a little bit later, but we don’t begin our argument again. Instead, Laila takes charge, bustling us all into the kitchen and starting to make a big pot of fish stew by hand, insisting that the process of cooking is sometimes necessary.“Honestly you all rely on magic far too
But even if we do feel that pull, my wolf turns anyway, towards Anton. Always towards Anton, who I have to admit is first in my heart.Even if he is annoying me right now.“I don’t know what I’m proposing,” I say, my own voice casting low, deliberately cagey. “It doesn’t have to be a marriage. It ca
The rest of the evening goes much easier than the start. The four of us spend hours in the kitchen as Laila continues to make what is apparently a very elaborate and time-consuming soup. Orion does most of the talking, answering question after question as I seek to know more about this world and the
My eyes flutter shut as my cheek pillows against his arm, shocked at…god, at how damn good it feels. Do – do people who design pillows know about this? Like honestly, the contours of Tony’s arm should be studied for their ergonomic qualities –Mid-thought, all of my ridiculous musings are wiped imme
“God no,” Anton murmurs, steeping even closer even as he pulls his hand back, slipping it into his pocket. “Beatrice is not my mate - it’s impossible, June, she’s the most boring person I’ve ever met –“I scoff, angry again. “Lots of people don’t like their mates when they meet them, Anton,” I snap.
I gasp, appalled, starting to wriggle against his arm.He grins down at me, enjoying the hell out of himself and keeping me locked against him. “If,” he continues, “it was a sexless marriage of political convenience, of course.”I go still, staring up at him. Because…what?“Yeah, because it’s not go
My toes curl and I bite my lip, my wolf telling me to do fucking ridiculous things – like vanish all of my clothes – and his too – to bite him – to sink my teeth deep into his skin and taste his blood – somewhere high on his neck so everyone can see that he’s mine –Fucking mine –But Anton slips a
“Junie,” Anton says, laughing a little, wrapping his hand gently around my wrist and tugging my hand away from my mouth. “What? What is it?”“Tony,” I whisper, still horrified, my throat tightening with my guilt. “I – there’s no wish anymore – I ended the stupid fucking Game which means there’s no m