“But—but Maither?—”
“Now!”
Skye buried her face into her pillow, smothering her laughter as her brother’s protesting voice faded further and further away.
“He’s going to kill me when I get out of this room,” Evander groaned.
Skye lifted her head, crawling across the mattress toward him. Leaning over him, she let her lips hover just over his.
“Then I’ll have to make sure ye daenae leave this room until he’s calmed down,” she breathed.
Evander gave a slow grin. “Is that a promise?”
“Oh, aye.”
