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Thorne is stony-faced as usual, busying himself pouring three coffees. Raven aggressively makes enough scrambled eggs to feed a small army.
“You’re not running away scared this morning then?” Ky directs the question at me while he sidles up beside Thorne and swipes one of the mugs before he’s barely finished filling it. There’s a scowl thrown his way, but of course, he shrugs it off with a smirk.
There’s something I can’t quite put my finger on in the energy between the two of them. It’s a playfulness on Ky’s part that feels like more than just brotherly banter. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he was flirting.
“I’ve been trying to keep out of your way.” I shrug. Burning holes in the side of Thorne’s head with my stare. “Especially since I was instructed to get out of your sight and all.”
The stone-wall doesn’t rise to my challenge. Just stirs milk into his coffee with methodical precision. He’s the asshole that took me and brought me here, yet he ignores me, or avoids me, nearly the entire time. I loathe how much I want just a scrap of this man’s attention. His indifference feels like a punch to the gut.
“Wonder what could have made you bold enough this morning?” There’s a knowing look in Ky’s green eyes as he stares at me over the top of his coffee from across the kitchen. My body is officially a traitor and hums to life, soaking up every scrap of his suave attention.
“Thought it was about time. You assholes have been getting it too easy; now I need to work out how to make your life hell.” I’m certain that my cheeks are cherry red based on the way he’s smirking at me, but I hold my ground.
Ky takes a long, slow sip from his mug, then cocks an eyebrow at me. “Hmm, I thought maybe something had come to you in the middle of the night… something that made you change your mind.”
I nearly spit my mouthful of coffee straight across the kitchen.
Oh, god. It wasn’t just a wild sex dream.
He’s definitely seen my pussy. There’s absolutely no doubt whatsoever in my mind. He was in my room last night, and I’m equally turned on and mortified that he managed to mess with me. Not only that, but why the hell didn’t I wake up?
I quickly avert my eyes, back in the direction of Thorne, who is glaring at his phone. He seems content to ignore our conversations and the accompanying minefield of innuendo I’m hopping around. Raven’s back is still turned while he cooks, but I can feel the bristling energy rolling off him. He’s like a panther, all lithe shapes and predatory movements, despite the fact his shoulders are big enough to fill half the kitchen.
He chucks plates around and throws eggs and toast at them, splitting the food into three portions, and I’m almost bemused by the domestic nature of it all. Wolf boy didn’t strike me as being the cook out of the three of them, but now it makes sense as to why he was in charge of keeping me fed while locked away in my room. It must be his thing, and it makes my heart do a little skip at the notion that despite his murderous exterior and the brutish world he’s been raised in, there’s a man who cares enough about his lover and whatever Thorne is to him that he’ll cook breakfast for all of them like this.
Even if it feels like he might bludgeon me to death with the heavy pan if I so much as glance at him the wrong way this morning.
Thorne grunts something that sounds like it could be a thank you, but it’s hard to tell.
“Thanks, baby. It smells amazing.” Ky swoops in like an eagle and grabs his plate.
I wriggle a little in my seat, more than a little turned on by the reminder that Ky and Raven are together, and I’ve seen both of them in their blissed-out, freshly-fucked state.
Being on edge and too turned on for my own good is a dangerous thing, this kitchen feels like it has shrunk to half its size. What I can only hope is that hiding behind my coffee might disguise the pink decorating my cheeks.
In fact, I should really just vanish off to the relative safety of my room. The food smells delicious, but none of it is for me, or is anything I can eat, so I’ll just wait until they’ve left before creeping back in here to make something for myself. I’ve all but made the decision to cut and run, when I nearly lurch straight off the stool with a fright as Raven’s tattooed hand swoops in front of me. A bowl is dropped onto the stone countertop with a clatter.
An assortment of sliced fresh fruit, nuts, and seeds stares back at me. Garnished with some kind of topping that looks like almond butter.
“Eat.” Is all he barks at me, then proceeds to attack his own plate as if it's about to be taken away from him at any moment. Watching him hunch over his food reminds me of a beaten dog who will savage anyone who dares to come near while he’s eating.
There’s another little pang in my chest. He’s obviously been through some serious shit in his life. No one is that protective of food unless they’ve had long periods when they’ve had to do without.
And now I’ve got the urge to give him my own bowl.
We sit around eating in silence. The men are all business, clearly with a schedule they need to stick to today. I can still feel Ky’s eyes drifting over me every now and then, but I refuse to meet his gaze.
One thing I do not need is for my body to continue to betray me in front of all of them.
As they each finish their meals in record time, they quickly tidy up after themselves, and it seems an unlikely sight. From what I've observed, they don’t have cleaners or maids running around, and I suppose it makes sense. Having outsiders allowed into their private fortress would only require an added layer of security or pose an unnecessary risk.
When you belong to the Anguis, the rules of normal life are no longer applicable.
They move as quickly as they arrived, with a silent precision that tells me these three have worked and lived together like this for a long time. There’s an ease in the way they flow around one another that I’m quite happy to sit here quietly and absorb.
Except, before they depart, I find myself under the spotlight of Thorne’s icy glare. He clears his throat. It’s a quiet command for me to stay seated, or maybe it’s a threat—although what it is that I’ve done wrong this time, I have no fucking clue—before he slides a slim package across the island toward me.
“We’ll all be gone until tomorrow at the earliest, Foxglove. Use this to contact us, only if absolutely necessary.”
