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I could practically feel the anger leave him as his tense body relaxed.
“As you should’ve,” he grumbled. “Never do that again.”
My lips curved upward slightly. “No promises.”
“I’ll tie you up in my den if you so much as consider it.”
“Sounds kinda kinky,” I whispered.
He chuckled. His hand smoothed over my back, slowly and steadily, as he murmured, “We need to talk.”
Dammit.
This was the conversation I’d been hiding from for an entireweek.
Time to face the music, I guess.
“I know.”
“Are you going to introduce me to the female you’re mooning after?” The second male voice grumbled. I peeked over Remmo’s shoulder, but didn’t see anyone.
“Mymate, you mean? No.” Remmo drawled.
I pulled my face away from his neck, though. He kept my chest pinned to his with his grip on my back, but didn’t try to stop me from leaning away and looking at the other man.
He was gigantic, as expected, and his expression was as grumpy as his voice. His features were harsh, his skin black and his hair a mass of loose curls on top of his head.
“I’m Sunny,” I told him.
“Summer, according to Dakota.” Remmo corrected me with another growl. “I should’ve been the first to know that.”
I shot him a threatening look. “She’s basically my sister, so she deserved to have it first.”
I looked back at the other guy and flashed him a smile. “And you are?”
“Korrik.” He grunted the word, which I assumed was his name.
Remmo’s fingers dug into my back. “Do not smile at my brothers when I’m angry with you, Iloli.”
I flashed him a scowl. “I’m angry with you too, bastard.” His eyes gleamed wickedly, and I turned back to Korrik. “What did you say about a civil war?”
“That is not your concern,” Remmo told me in a low voice, before growling at his friend. “Leave us.”
“I know you’re not trying to bench me after spending weeks teaching me how to use my magic,” I shot back to Remmo.
He sighed heavily.
Korrik took the opportunity to speak. “The remaining unseelies wish to elect the generals as the new council, because they’ve forsaken Aev’s. Other than me, the rest of us won’t consider taking a new leadership position without Vuvim.” He gestured toward Remmo.
“You’re a general?” I asked. “What kind?”
He glared at me.
“She doesn’t know the question is inappropriate,” Remmo said sharply. “She has never been unseelie.”
He nodded reluctantly. “I am the sabertooth general. Oren is the dragon, and Devv is the hellhound.”
“All of us defected, so our previous roles mean little,” Remmo said. “And as I’ve told the other generals, taking Aev’s throne after he’s lost his female would likely lead to him losing control. And if Aev loses control, the snow melts, which is not an option.”
