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Fuck, she was tiny.
They looked like designer pieces, expensive, but he’d expect nothing less for the beloved sister of Regent Malone.
Still, they were odd clothes to wear while painting. She had an easel in front of her and was so focused on her work that she didn’t even see him approaching.
That wasn’t good.
Or usual.
If anything, he would say that Lottie had always seemed overly aware of her surroundings.
This was tricky. How did he make her aware that he was here without scaring the bejeezus out of her?
He cleared his throat and deliberately bumped into one of the chairs. She still startled, her hand going to the base of her throat as she gasped and spun toward him.
“Morning, Lottie-the-hottie.” She went bright red. Hmm, maybe that one was a bit far. Perhaps it was time to go from friendly teasing to speaking to her how someone who wanted to spend the rest of his life with his head between her legs might.
Hmm how would that sound?
Muffled.
That wasn’t the only thing he wanted, of course. But it was something he was somewhat obsessed over. Having both of his loves at his disposal for whenever he got the urge to go down on them. Now that sounded like fucking heaven.
However, he also needed to take her into his arms. To promise her that the shadows haunting her would disappear forever because he was going to fucking destroy them.
But, he couldn’t do that quite yet.
“G-good morning. Sorry, I didn’t hear you come in.”
She looked pale and she swayed slightly. Fuck, he’d really startled her. Or maybe she hadn’t had enough sleep or food. He bit back his need to demand that she take care of herself.
Chill, man.
It wasn’t very often that he felt the need to take control. But that could be because she was the only one who roused those needs in him.
“Please, don’t apologize. I hope I didn’t frighten you. Liam said I’m light on my feet. But that’s just in comparison to him. He’s got elephant feet,” he whispered.
She gave him a tiny smile.
And didn’t that make him feel like a fucking God.
Jesus.
“Don’t tell him I said that. But really, I can hear him coming from miles away. Gives me time to hide.”
Her smile faded, her face filling with worry.
“You have to hide from him? Why? Does he hurt you?”
“What, no, pretty girl, that’s not what I meant. Liam would never hurt me. It was a joke.”
“Oh.” She didn’t look convinced.
Fuck. He’d messed that up. He was supposed to be convincing her to trust them.
“You’re not scared of Liam, are you?” He took another step forward, watching with sorrow as she tensed. Did they need to give her more time? He acted like he knew what the fuck he was doing, but he didn’t. He didn’t have a fucking clue whether he was doing the right thing. Or making it worse.
And that was terrifying.
