Page 66 of Protected By the Elf Prince

Razor looked entirely too amused. “You’re just more bloodthirsty than anyone else. You tried to kill the coffee lady the other day when our fingers accidentally brushed.”

Monkey barked out a laugh, and I wasn’t far behind.

I probably shouldn’t find it amusing, but these people were on a whole different level than what I was used to.

And I wanted to get used to them.

I liked them all.

I wanted to stay in their world and know everything because I wanted Dashiel.

Riker looked personally offended. “I swear she did that on purpose.”

Razor rolled his eyes, but he still looked delighted by Riker’s violent streak. “Sure she did.”

“She did. She knew exactly what she was doing.”

Razor’s shoulders shook with silent laughter.

Monkey wiped at his eyes. “Hell, just from a small touch?”

Riker huffed. “You weren’t there. You didn’t see the way her gaze salaciously ran over him. Dammit, now I want to go back there and murder her.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “Nobody appreciates me.”

Razor lowered his head and lightly nipped at Riker’s shoulder. “I wouldn’t want you any other way, sunshine.”

The transformation was immediate.

Riker practically melted, and a bright, happy grin spread across his face. “I know.”

Monkey snorted, shaking his head.

Riker’s grin widened. “I am pretty perfect.”

Monkey grinned and teased, “You’re exhaustin’.”

“You’re just annoyed because you can’t have me.”

Razor glared at my son.

Monkey pulled up his hands. “Hey, don’t get the prez peeved at me.”

Riker spun in Razor’s arms and looked delighted by Razor’s glower at Monkey.

They really were something else.

But they fit.

They were meant to be together.

And now I had someone who was made to be mine and me his.

Fate really did know what it was doing.

“You’re doin’ it.” Monkey had stepped closer while Riker and Razor were talking quietly.

“Doing what?” I asked.

“You’re doin’ the look you do anytime you’re thinkin’ about Dashiel.”