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Loki nodded, picking her up and carrying her to the sofa. He settled her down, then sat next to her.
That was fine with Remy.
Although . . .
“Isa, I need to talk to Loki and I want you to stay quiet while I do.”
Her mouth opened in shock and Loki frowned.
“You can’t tell her to be quiet,” Loki protested.
Remy liked how protective he was of her. But he was going to have to show Loki that he’d never do anything to harm her. That he had her best interests at heart as well.
“I have some things to say that I want to get out. Isa?”
She nodded reluctantly.
“Good.” He felt surprisingly nervous.
Just say it.
“I want Isa. I care about her. I’m attracted to her. I think about her constantly. In an ideal world, she’d already be mine. Mine to dominate. Mine to protect. Mine to cherish.”
To love.
But it was too soon for that.
Loki’s frown deepened and Isa looked like she was dying to speak, but she held herself back.
Surprising.
“I want her. And I know that you want her too.”
Isa bit her lip, looking shocked as Loki sat forward. He gave Remy a furious glare. “What?”
“You want her as well,” Remy repeated. “We both want her.”
“Remy, what are you doing?” Isa asked.
He gave her a firm look. “Quiet, Isa.”
Maybe it wasn’t fair of him to want her to be quiet. But he wanted to see Loki’s unfiltered responses. And he didn’t want Isa putting words in the other man’s mouth.
He stared down at the other man. What he was about to propose was unusual. Even for Wishingbone which had its fair share of unusual relationships.
However, he’d been thinking about this for a while. And it was what felt right to him. The last thing he wanted was to tear these two apart.
Loki was important to Isa. That meant he was important to Remy.
And the more time he spent with Loki . . . the more he wanted to help him.
There was something about the other man that called to him.
Perhaps it was because he saw how lost Loki was. And he recognized that look. He’d seen it in the mirror a number of times over his life.
Loki was floating without much to anchor him. Well, except for Isa. They likely anchored each other. But that could be tiring.
And there was nothing to say that they couldn’t have a third anchor.
