“She’s poking all of us on purpose,” she says. “Trying to get a rise.”
“We don’t get provoked easily,” I murmur, stepping in behind her. “Neither do you.”
She glances over her shoulder. “Don’t I?”
“Only when you want to.”
I brush her hair off her shoulder, and she turns, putting us so close that the air changes. The heat of her hand brands my chest, marking me as hers.
I’m learning nothing is ever accidental with Eris.
“Have you ever done anything inappropriate in your office, Jace?” she asks.
I chuckle. “Define inappropriate.”
Her expression is wicked and calculating. “Something that would make me want to come in your office.”
I take her by the hips and lift her onto the glass desk without a word. She gasps, more surprised than startled, fingers catchingin the front of my shirt like she’s preparing to drag me down with her.
Movement to my left has me glancing briefly away from Eris.
Silas.
He doesn’t interrupt. He watches from just inside the doorway, arms crossed and gaze intent, as if this is part of the equation now.
I step between her knees, leaning in until my mouth brushes her throat. “This isn’t my office, Eris. That’s at home.”
“If you’re going to pin me here…” she threatens around a quiet moan that I feel more than I hear. “You better mean to enjoy the consequences.”
I grin. “Do you really think I’ll leave you hanging?”
Silas steps further inside, his presence filling the room even before he says a word. The door opens as soon as he closes it.
Kieran stops on the threshold, taking in the scene, assessing the situation I’ve put our goddess of discord in.
He leans back against the wall and says evenly, “You always start the party without me?”
Eris looks between the three of us, a dangerous smile stretching across her lips as if she’s just remembered exactly how much control she has.
“Can we take this home?”
