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That bed smelledwaytoo much like Ervo for my sanity.
He pulled out a pot and pan, his movements jerky as he filled one with water, grabbing ingredients after he set it on the stove.
Finally, he said through clenched teeth, “It’s been ages since I’ve seen you, and then you vanished into thin air. I’m on the last shred of my sanity, and could break the fragile peace that exists right now should I snap.”
I blinked. “Why are you on the last shred of your sanity?”
He didn’t answer right away, continuing to cook in jerky movements that made me worry he might cut off a finger or something.
After a few minutes passed, I decided he probably wasn’t going to tell me.
I changed the question as I strode over to the nearest bookshelf. “How long is it going to take you to calm down, then?”
“A few days, I’d guess.”
Well, that wasn’t so bad.
“If you tell me why you’re so bent out of shape about me being out of your sight, maybe I could help,” I remarked, tugging a book off the shelf and flipping through the pages even though I was too tired to focus on the words.
He didn’t answer for a few minutes.
The smell of sizzling food made my stomach growl again.
Ervo’s voice was strained when he said, “You’re mine.”
“Your girl-brother, yes,” I mumbled, my gaze stuck to the pages as I realized what I’d found on his shelf.
A poetry book.
Ilovedpoetry.
The emotion, the lyrical quality of the words, the way everything flowed…
The right poetry just made me feel things so, so strongly.
Why did Ervo have a poem book, though? He definitely didn’t seem like an emotional man.
“Exactly,” he said with a growl.
“So you’re worried that me—your sister—is in danger when you can’t see me physically in front of you?” I asked absently, my mind buried in the poem in front of my eyes.
“Yes.”
I glanced up at him, and saw him stirring the food violently. “Don’t destroy the beans.”
“They’re not beans,” he growled back.
Well, he was touchy tonight. Showing me all the emotions he usually kept hidden.
“It calmed you down when we shared a bed back in the hellhounds’ territory. Would that help you get your shit together faster?” I checked.
“It would,” he said stiffly.
“Okay, we’ll both sleep in your bed—on separate sides of course—and try to leave in the morning so no one comes looking for me. How does that sound?”
He jerked his head in a nod.
His shoulders didn’t seem relaxed at all, but when we’d shared a bed after the abduction, it really had chilled him out instantly. I didn’t even think he had slept, but he’d been like a new man when I woke up.
