Drenched in black.
Shocker.
A dresser was opposite it, and there was a couch directly across from the door, tucked under a picturesque window that overlooked the front of the house.
He dumped my suitcases on the floor and jutted his chin at the door to the left side of his bed. “Bathroom and closet are through there. Use what you need.”
“Oh, I don’t want to take your room from you, Silas. I can sleep on the couch.”
Look at me, being charitable.
He unwound the duffel’s strap from his shoulder and let it drop to the massive bed.
Then he was stealing his way back to me.
Stalking, really.
That energy flashed, that tumbly thing in my stomach that I absolutely couldn’t feel hurtling me straight over a cliff.
He stopped an inch away, and I inhaled a frantic breath as he leaned close to my ear.
Only that breath was gone when he muttered, “Oh, you’re not taking my room, Brinley. I’ll be right here beside you. Not about to let you out of my sight.”
SEVENTEEN
BRINLEY
“So,then Trevan literally picks Pyke up and tosses him out the club’s door. He must have slid fifty feet with his face in the dirt.”
“Those prospects are nothing but trouble.” I could hear Meems tsk it as Elena jabbered to her.
Her voice carrying out into the living room from the kitchen as I crept down the stairs.
A delicious scent wafted out with it, making my mouth water.
Silas had said he needed to take care of some club business, and he’d be right back. To make myself at home, as if I didn’t feel the most out of place as I ever had.
So much for him refusing to let me out of his sight. I figured the sleeping situation was just him trying to torment me, thinking I was going to stay in the same room as him.
That man had another thing coming.
I inched forward, my ear inclined.
“And you know Trevan isn’t about to stand for backtalk, especially on his birthday.” Elena’s inflection was pure cheek.
Meems laughed a chortling, wry sound. “Pyke was messing with the wrong man, that’s for sure. You’d think he’d have a better head on him if he wants to be a Crow. He has no sense.”
“Maybe Trevan will just have to knock it into him.” That time it was giggles and awe.
I crept closer, keeping my footsteps quiet. Not because I wanted to eavesdrop but because I was worried I was interrupting.
I peered through the opening.
Meems, which apparently meant ‘Grandma’ in Mercer, was on the other side of a long counter that segmented a small dining room from the cooking area.
Kai was on this side of it, on the floor playing with blocks with his blue blanket beneath him, babbling to himself.
“And I bet you’d fight for a front-row seat.” Meems cast an appraising glance over at Elena who was pulling a salad from the fridge. “Though I imagine you’d fight for a front-row seat of anything that man does.”
