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Silvan moved his mouth back to hers with a low growl. “But Iamthe first one to makethisprincess come with my skilled tongue, aren’t I?”
Romy scoffed. “Then you wussed out on the rest.”
Silvan shook his head with a laugh. “I wastryingto be a gentleman.”
“Oh, is that what wolves are known for? Chivalry? Shall I ask one of the women you always have dangling from your arms?”
He smirked. “Ask them who gave them the best nights of their lives.”
“Hmph.” Romy’s nose flared. She nibbled her lip. “I should go. I don’t want Thora to wait a minute longer than she has to.”
Silvan cleared his throat and crossed his arms, stepping back. “Right. Want me to escort you back?”
Romy shook her head. “I mean, yes, I would like that, but… if we’re seen together.”
She didn’t have to tellhimhow bad that would be. He nodded.
“Tomorrow…”
“What?”
“If everything with Thora is… better…” Romy fumbled for her words. “Maybe we can… pick up… where we left off?”
Silvan grinned and cocked his head. “Are you asking me if I’ll fuck you?” He said it as much to taunt her as the asshole vampire spying on them from the shadows.
“So crude,” she accused but was smiling wide.
“That wasn’t an answer, princess.”
“You know what I want.” Romy’s smile died. “And if everything goes to plan with Thora, I’ll need a release.” She clutched the bag to her chest and sighed deeply. “So I expect to see you waiting for me tomorrow. Wolfie.”
Silvan laughed. “You can count on it, princess.”
He watched her disappear into the forest, then waited. Several long, intentional minutes passed before he said, “You can come out now.”
Bastian emerged from wherever the fuck he’d been hiding. He reminded Silvan of a Victorian-era ghost with his perfectly angular, pale as the moon face and his utterly antiquated wardrobe. Someone needed to tell the dumbass frilly cuffs went out with the Confederacy.
“She’s too pure for you, Silvan Rincewind.”
“Holy shit, your voice.” Silvan cackled and slapped his chest. “It’s so much deeper than I expected, given all the little fairy-tale bitches you choose to speak for you. I guess your balls dropped before you got turned?”
“You know what I say is true.”
“So you thinkyou,an undead piece of shit who can’t even speak to her directly, are better for her? The fuck?”
“Maybe I am.” Bastian shrugged. His face was placid, which pissed Silvan off more. “Maybe neither of us is. But we are both seized with a call to protect her, are we not?”
“A call to protect her? Can you at least speak like you belong to this fucking century, bro?” Silvan calculated the odds of being able to shiftandtake him down before anyone noticed. If he didn’t have more of his moon-faced buddies hiding in the bushes, Silvan might even get away with it.
Oddly, his appetite for murder wasn’t in top form, though.
Was it Romy? Was it the way she seemed drawn to the centuries-old fuckface standing before him, acting like they had anything in common except her?
If I kill him, she’ll never forgive me.
Still, it might be worth it…
“You do know I can read your mind,” Bastian said pleasantly. “I’ll cease to do so now, for it is impolite, but I thought you should know for the next time you’re in the presence of one of my people.”
