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I threw my arm over my face, not ready to admit just what those feelings might mean. It wasn’t like I could act on them anyway. She wasn’t mine. Thorne had all but marked her as his mate. And then there was Kingston, her actual wolf mate. Stolen kiss or not, I wasn’t even on her radar.
A buzzing at my hip forced me to drop my arm and pull out my phone, tearing me from my wallow. Why the hell was Moira Belladonna texting me rather than just coming to find me?
I opened her message, my eyebrows raising further with each word I read.
Correction. Why the hell was Moira Belladonnasummoningme?
This should be interesting.
I strodedown the winding path through the witch garden in the southernmost part of the grounds. Of course the witch would ask to meet here. Herbs of all kinds grew in neatly planted rows, the scent of rosemary hitting my nose first, followed shortly by the distinct aroma of sage. My steps crunched on the gravel path, louder than I’d like when approaching someone I wasn’t sure meant to scold or praise me for something I’d done.
Low voices reached me first, ratcheting up my confusion. I thought Moira had intended for us to meet alone, but apparently I’d assumed incorrectly. Even more curious as to her intentions, I walked a little faster, finding her standing in the circular center of the garden, benches strategically placed at the points of the pentacle etched into the earth with stone. She was scowling at Kingston, impossible to miss with her hair a vibrant, cornea searing shade of highlighter yellow with neon-green roots.
“What ishedoing here?” Kingston spat, his eyes hard and annoyed.
“I could ask the same of you.”
“Shut up, both of you. You’re here because I asked you to be, and that’s all you need to know right now.” Moira’s amethyst gaze flashed with warning as she muttered, “What is it about the devil’s eggplant that makes you all act like a bunch of spoiled assholes?”
“The devil’s what now?” I asked, unable to stop my grin. “I’ve heard of the devil’s doorbell, but this is a new one.”
“Your dick, Nordson. I’m talking about your dicks. Everyone knows what the eggplant emoji is. Surely you have emojis in Novasgard.”
I chuckled. “Oh, I know. I just wanted to make you say dick.”
“Since you know I am severely allergic to dick, that means you owe me my next ten rounds atIniquity,you ass.”
“That’s two now.”
She glared at me, hands on her hips.
Kingston let out a frustrated groan. “Come on with it, witch. I have places to be that don’t involve you or your ragtag team of misfits. What is this all about?”
“Calm your teats, dog boy. We’re waiting on one...”
Thorne came through the clearing at the mouth of the path to my left, the rumpled state of his shirt and hair leaving little doubt about what he’d been doing before receiving Moira’s text. My jaw clenched, and I tore my gaze away from him, but not before I caught sight of the obvious hickey on his throat.
“Oh, good, he’s here.” Moira clapped her hands together. “Take a seat so we can get started.”
Thorne looked first to me and then to Kingston before his brows shot together. “What the bloody hell are you up to, Belladonna?”
“We need to have a talk about Sunday.”
Thorne’s posture stiffened. “She’s fine. I just left her, and I can assure you,allher needs are being met.”
The low growl that came from Kingston was matched only by my own involuntary snarl. Freya’s heaving bosoms, where hadthatcome from?
“I said calm your fucking teats, wolf,” Moira said, pure venom in her voice. “This is exactly why we’re here. The three of you.”
“What about us?” I asked.
“I’m sure at least one of you is going to try to deny it, but it goes without saying that all of you are drawn to my roomie.”
“I’m not part of this.” Even as I said it, the argument fell flat.
Moira rolled her eyes. “Thanks for proving my point, Viking. But yes, you are. All of you are. And after what happened the other night, it’s pretty obvious to me that Sunday is going to need all three of you if she has any chance of staying safe.”
Alarm shot through my chest, leaving me cold and on edge. “What about the other night? What haven’t you told me?”
