Wide-eyed, Talira throws a look at me. “You’re herewithFrostPlays? YouknowFrostPlays?”
“Yeah.” I gather what’s left of my soup cup and slip from the chair. “Iknowhim.”
“Biblically,” Kyran supplies, opening his arm to welcome me against his side. “She’smy wife.”
A tingle races down my spine at the subtle edge of agrowlin those words.
My wife.
His.
To have and to hold. To protect and to love.
“You mean…you…and…” Her attention flicks to Kyran, then anger so sharp slices into her eyes, leaving me to question ifI’mreally the one with issues. “You mean youcouldreally put in a good word for me and get me into Sunset, but youwon’t.”
“Wouldn’t matter if she did. You’re not the kind of person we let in,” Kyran mutters.
Talira’s mouth falls open.
“You never deserved Morana.” Kyran’s lip curls as he spits the words. “I hope you rot in the cesspool of your own insignificance for the rest of your puny and ultimately meaningless life, knowingdeeplyat the core of yourself that you are a waste of space, air, and time.” After allthat, it’s miraculous how featherlight the kiss landing on my forehead is. “Let’s go, dearest. I grow tired of sharing air with a maggot who thinksyou’remean…when that’sclearlymy job.”
He turns me around, and I jerk myself free of themic droplong enough to remember. “Oh, e-boy. I was going to get you a sandwich.”
Kyran glances at the counter, then at me. Something in him palpably softens as he shakes his head. “We’ve got better bread at home, which is where I’d really like to get you. So.”
Without another word, he sweeps me outside, gets me settled in the passenger seat of his car, and sets the GPS for home.
Chapter 26
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Majestically made for each other.
Kyran
I don’t think I’ve been this pissed in a great long time, but I sure am glad I followed my gut on interrupting Morana’s little “meeting” with her “friend.” Hearing thatcreaturecall my Moranameanlit a fury inside my chest, and it’s still burning.
“Kyran…” my precious wife murmurs.
I check my speed, wince, and set the cruise control once I return to the limit. “Yes, mistress?”
Toying with her fingers in her lap, she says, “How did you know I needed you to come in and get me?”
How? What does she meanhow?
“I was watching you.”
“Right…but…”
“Your expression went from guarded and cautious to resigned. It was like a switch flipped. One moment, you had hope; the next, you didn’t care anymore. I watched you shut down, and I wasn’t just gonna sit around and let whatever was happening beat you further.”
Closing her eyes, Morana rests her head back against the seat and frees the air in her lungs. “I hope you weren’t…”
“If you’re about to say something about me being too harsh, don’t.”
“No, I… I thought better of it. I do feel bad for her boyfriend, though. She’ll probably run crying to him, throw a fit, and expect him to fix all her problems.”
I grunt, “Is that what she used to do with you?”
