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Knight stepped up next to him, attempting to play peacemaker. “Sunshine didn’t okay the trip. He got overruled.”
Jeremiah stiffened as a grin spread over Remi’s mouth. “Did he just call you—”
“I’m going to speak to your parents,” Jeremiah interrupted. “I don’t know why you have a death wish, but the reason I was hired—”
“Was to protect me. Not pawn me off on a bunch of Dragons,” Remi said, shoulders going back and face taking on a haughty edge Jeremiah wasn’t a fan of.
Jeremiah wanted to growl and scare the look right off his face. Or… kiss it off. The second option was so appealing he felt his dick twitch in his jeans, and he wanted to slam his head into the wall until it stopped. He needed to get Remi away from him. Whatever the fuck this feeling was, he couldn’t concentrate. He couldn’t do his damn job properly.
He would have sensed the attackers minutes before if he hadn’t been fighting off the urge to run his tongue all over the places Remi was exposed and pink out there by the ocean. Hell, when his beast’s instincts had picked them up, it took him a full three seconds to tear his gaze away from Remi’s legs where his scales were just barely glinting in the sun.
Turning on his heel, he marched out of the room and down the maze of hallways in an attempt to find the rulers of that godsdamned country. He made it to some ballroom when he sensed a presence behind him, and he absolutely hated the fact that he knew it was Remi.
“Did they teach you that stalking is creepy at school?” Jeremiah asked without turning around. “Or is that just something they tell the peasants.”
“There are no peasants in the Siren kingdom,” Remi said quietly.
Jeremiah scoffed. “Or you just don’t see them. You’re too busy being fed with your pretty little silver spoon to look that far down your nose.”
Remi was quiet, and Jeremiah felt a sudden pain in his chest. He’d gone too far.
“I know I’m spoiled, but I actually do care about my family,” Remi said after a beat. “And I’m pretty sure that the person who wants me and my siblings dead lives here.”
Jeremiah whipped around, pinning Remi with a stare. “In this palace?”
“Maybe. Definitely in Midlona.”
He stalked closer, and Remi backed up until he hit the wall. “Who?”
At that, Remi let out a bitter laugh. “Take your pick, Hellhound. They’re not exactly thrilled to know that at some point, a filthy half human is going to be sitting on the throne.”
Jeremiah blinked when he realized that Remi was telling the truth. Or, at least, the truth as he believed it. “That’s not—”
“Look, maybe Sirens didn’t use a holy water bomb against you, but don’t be surprised if you find out that Sirens are in bed with whoever wants to end this line.”
Jeremiah shook his head. The kid couldn’t possibly know what it was like to be universally hated. A handful of hate mail wasn’t even close to the things Jeremiah had seen—what he’d been through. “That doesn’t change the fact that you’re making my job harder.”
Remi laughed in his face. “Am I supposed to make it easier? Roll over and do whatever you tell me like a good dog?”
“Does it make you feel better to say that?” Jeremiah challenged, fed up with the rude comments, even if it wasn’t aimed directly at him.
Remi’s face erupted into the prettiest red flush, and Jeremiah had to physically stop himself from leaning in to feel the heat with his lips. “I just…”
Jeremiah lowered his head farther. “You just?”
“… think you’re an asshole, Sunshine.”
He laughed in spite of himself. “You wouldn’t be the first person to tell me that.”
His nose was flooded with the rich, powerful scent of arousal. If he looked down, he knew he’d see a tent in the younger man’s pants matching his own.
Swallowing, he rumbled out, “And you’re a spoiled brat who isn’t going to get his way. Do you understand me?”
Remi surged forward, bumping their chests together, and Jeremiah felt something hot and intense roll through him. “You can’t make me leave. So give it up.”
Before Jeremiah could respond, Remi ducked under his arm and ran. His knees felt weak, and he was hard enough to cut diamonds. He lifted his nose to the air and followed his own scent back to his quarters, navigating the maze of hallways with his senses to keep from getting lost, and when he was finally back in his room, he slammed the door. Thank the gods Priest was gone. He couldn’t handle any more jokes at his expense.
He was covered in Remi’s scent. It was cloying. It stuck to him like cold, stubborn honey, and when he peeled his shirt off, it didn’t help. Remi’s scent was sweet and rich—like coconuts and salty air—and he wanted to fall to his knees and devour it.
