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“Breakfast and a tongue fuck, you must be the real deal.” Squealer winks at me.
Troj heads back inside and starts clunking around the kitchen while Grimm and Squealer engage themselves in a private conversation.
“What was all that about?” I ask Rogue.
“Squeal and Troj have had a wager going for years.”
“A wager?”
“Yep, on which one of them would break their morals and go down on a girl,” she explains.
“You mean Troj has never…”
“Na-ah,” Rogue shakes her head at me. “Too intimate for them apparently.”
“Wow,” I voice my shock. After what happened last night I’d assumed he was an expert in it.
“So that was his first time?”
“Always vowed he never would, and judging from the look on your face he did a good job of it. Grimm…” she calls out, not caring about interrupting the conversation between Grimm and Squealer.
“I’m feeling left out, you know what you're getting for breakfast.” She yanks him inside their cabin, and Squealer throws his head back and laughs before heading back in his.
I take a breath of fresh air to soak up the shame of the last ten minutes before following the smell of eggs into Troj’s kitchen.
“I'm sorry about that,” I nod my head toward outside.
“That… Oh, don’t worry about it. You’ll come to learn that not much stays secret around here.” Placing a plate with fluffy eggs in front of me, he kisses my temple and picks up his cell from the table.
“Where are you going?” I ask, disappointed when I realize we won’t be eating together.
“I’m going to ask a man who hates me if I can marry his niece.”
“Ask?” I stare at him, unconvinced, yet hopeful. The conversation will go much better if Troj makes my uncle feel like he has some control over the situation.
“Okay… Tell.” He shrugs, kissing me again before he heads out the door.
I decide against wearing my cut to the reservation. This conversation ain’t about them and us, it’s about me and her.
I stand in front of the cabin that the chief and his wife are living in while theirs gets rebuilt, and tap the wood with my knuckles. His wife looks shocked when she opens the door to me, and I smell the fuckin’ fear on her. The chief’s done a good job of making his people petrified of us, and his wife is probably the most misguided of them all.
From what Shaniya’s told me, she hardly ever leaves his side.
“Mornin’, ma’am, I was wondering if the chief was around? I need to talk with him.” She doesn’t answer, just looks me up and down before stepping away from the door.
“What do you want?” Shaniya’s uncle steps forward, making it clear that I won’t be entering.
“I wanted to speak with you about a personal matter.” I clear my throat, suddenly feeling on edge. I need this to go well for Shaniya. I may not respect her uncle a whole lot for his bad decisions and the way he treats her, but I know he means a lot to her.
“I know why you're here,” he tells me, stepping out and closing the door behind him. He takes a seat at the bench on the porch, keeping his back straight and resting his hands on his knees as he stares forward.
“I see a lot of my sister in Shaniya, her eyes, her free spirit, her defiance.” He looks at me when he says the word defiance.
“She must have been a special person.” I take the seat beside him without being offered it, and stare out into the village, trying my best to understand him. Everything in front of him matters, and it could all be lost in a few days if I fuck up.
“I understand that in your opinion there’s not a man walking this planet that deserves your niece,” I start.
“But you’re here to tell me that you do,” the old man interrupts me, turning his head to face me. His aged eyes stare right through my soul like he has the ability to read every thought I’ve ever had.
