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Alfie’s face flashes in my mind. I grip the bulk of Tinger’s pendant beneath my skirt and shake my head. I should forget about them and find Alfie. He has a plan. And I promised Geraldine and the others that I would spend the weekend with them. Taking an early night is the logical thing to do.
“I have plans, anyway.”
Fox is suddenly inches away, breathtaking eyes narrowing. “What plans?”
“Plans,” I return.
“You were just attacked,” he reminds me. “It’s not safe out here.”
“A moment ago, you were willing to play Tickle My Tonsils, and now you want me off the street.” So trustworthy.
I need to go. Need to see a friendly face.
“Willow,” he warns, eyes a little too wild. “Whatplans, and with whom?”
“Jealous?”
“Do you want me to be?”
My back hits a wall, and I gasp.
“Answer me,” he demands.
“It’s none of your business.”
“You are our queen,” he declares. “You are my only business.”
He braces an arm against the thick trunk behind me, leaning in. He is such a pretty thing. How can anyone say no to him?
“Why not just pillage it from my mind?”Show me who you really are.Let’s be done with this game.
“I’ll never do that.”
“So then tell me the truth. What’s going on? Why did that thing attack? Why were you gone for days, on a murd?—”
His lips press against mine, halting my incriminating words as the drunken couple passes. I should be outraged. I should be choking him or kneeing him in the balls, but instead, I think, if he were the monster—wouldn’t he have hurt me? Wouldn’t he have taken me somewhere? Hit me? Imprisoned me or bent my mind to his will?
Desire scorches through my veins, yet I am frozen, caught in a paradox wrought by his cheeky, reverent mouth. The tug in my chest opens my lips, inviting him deeper into the kiss. Our tongues touch. His low, agonized groan skates shivers through me, shaking loose that feeling in my chest, awakening it, making it sing.
How can something wrong feel so right? Fox cups the back of my head, holds me firm, and sweeps his tongue against mine. He takes my mouth with hungry, demanding strokes. This time, it’s me groaning, growing breathless, swooning, falling.
My hands are on his stomach, hunting through fabric for skin. His hip digs into mine, squashing Tinger’s pendant. It’s like a splash of cold water. No one sane would kiss someone who looks like me. He still hasn’t told me the truth. I bite his plush lower lip and shove him away. He stumbles back, swipes his lower lip, and sees blood on his fingers.
Lifting smokey eyes to me, he purrs, “Pain is more Emrys’s kink, but I’m willing to experiment if you are.”
“What?” I blurt, taken aback. “I’m not . . . I . . . I . . . You had no right to do that. That’s why I bit you.”
His brows lift in the middle, looking far too innocent in his confusion.
“Stop it,” I hiss and wave around his face. “Stop with the adorable cuteness. Stop pretending to want me. We’re not fated anymore. You called me nothing and left me.” I shake my head. Why did I say that? “I mean, you know what you all did.”
“Yes,”he replies in my mind, lashes lowering.“I’m well aware of what we did. I’m the only one who remembers the suffering we’ve caused.”
“So you’re admitting it.” I gape. “You’re admitting to being a—” A monster.
His demeanor changes. Turns cold. I must have thought the word loud enough for him to hear.
“Careful, pet, or you’ll end up without an escort home.” A gust of wind ruffles his hair. It tinkles charms on a web above us. “The Court of Dreams is a dangerous place at night.”
