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He cleared his throat. “Right. No worries. I’ll just,uh, hold onto it in case you change your mind.”
I lifted my brows. “Okay, then. You do that, Superman.”
Grey’s face pinched, his lips quirking up into the tiniest smirk before he stepped past me to go and sit in the booth next to the pool tables. Rook slid in a second after him, appearing out of nowhere. He leaned back in the booth, plucking a napkin from the silver dispenser on the table to wipe something that looked suspiciously like blood from his fingers.
“What?” Corvus asked and followed my line of sight to where Rook was now discarding the napkin atop the table and flagging Sasha for another drink.
“For fuck’s sake,” he cursed, and I followed him back to the booth in time to hear Grey hissing over the table at Rook.
“What the hell did you do?”
Rook gave a one shoulder shrug, his eyes looking lighter than they had in days. “He called her a whore,” Rook said offhandedly, his wicked gaze flitting to me and away again.
Was he talking about me?
Corvus leaned over the table, his fingers splaying over the worn wood. “Who?”
“Some idiot.”
“Rook?” Grey pushed. “Where is he?”
Rook sighed, graciously accepting a fresh bourbon from Sasha with a wink. “He’s alive.”
He didn’t seem particularly thrilled about that. “He just won’t be talking shit about our girl anymore. Or...talking much at all I’d imagine.”
Oh my god. “You cut out his tongue.”
It wasn’t a question. I knew it, and he loved that I knew it, grinning at me wildly.
“Bingo.”
That...that was kind of sweet. In a super fucked up, totally psycho kind of way. I bit my lip, hoping the sting of it would quell the rise of heat in my bloodstream.
“Fucking hell, Rook. You know the rules. No bloodshed at Sanctum. Diesel’s going to shit,” Corvus said, his face reddening.
“Relax, brother.” Rook rolled his eyes. “I took him out back. I know the rules.”
Grey relaxed some, nodding absently. “Fucker kind of deserved it,” he muttered, making something flutter in my belly. Corvus didn’t disagree, but he groaned, standing upright as he pinched the bridge of his nose.
“At least he didn’t kill him,” Grey told Corvus. “Progress.”
Corvus shook his head, fixing his stare back on Rook, who was sipping his bourbon like he didn’t have a care in all the world. “All right. Just...just fucking clean yourself up. There’s blood on your jacket.”
Corvus grabbed my elbow and steered me back to the pool table, away from thesituationthat was his brother.
“You want to break?” Corvus asked, indicating the neat triangle of colored balls on the table.
I knew enough about pool to know what he meant, but that was about it. Besides I was still reeling from Rook’s blood display of affection. “Uh, I don’t even know how to shoot.”
“Come here,” he offered. “I’ll show you.”
I snorted, imagining it. Imagining Corvus adjusting my hands on the cue. Him telling me to bend over and get a good line of sight down the cue to the ball while he positioned himself behind me. His warm body wrapped around mine. His warm breath on the side of my neck as he guided my cue into position with his hands on top of mine.
It was probably the fantasy of any girl in this room, and I’d have been lying if I said it wasn’t tempting. But I didn’t want to reenact cliched scenes from romantic comedies. Besides, I could figure it out my damn self. Just as soon as I shook off this feeling still heating my cheeks and making my knees weak.
“Well now,” a rough voice called over the raucous laughter and music in the pub. “You boys didn’t tell me she could play pool.”
“Diesel,” Corvus said, his jaw flexing as he stared somewhere over my right shoulder.
