Page 27 of Silverproof Damsel

“What? You adapt surprisingly easily of late.” Her mouth tightened as her brows twisted on her forehead.

Snorting, I shook my head. “You’re a nymph who enjoys orgies and letting it all hang out. That isn’t something I’m willing to see, Nyx. In no world am I spending time together in the same room as you and your lovers. Plural, because we both know you enjoy being shared.”

Nodding in agreement, she frowned before something behind me caught her attention. Nyx was extra squirrely today. It would not go over well with Winchester, especially since shedespisednymphs.

“You seem to have landed in heaven. By chance, did you die and bring me with you? That’s why we’re best friends, girl. Damn, how many men are inside this place? Momma needs a new cock!”

“Absolutely not, Nyx. These are my brothers,” I pointed out with horror radiating through me. “They are off-limits. Say it with me. No fucking Remington’s brothers. Silversmith men are not for eating. They’re friends, not food.” Pushing me out of her way, she rocked her hips with each step she took toward Gauge, Colt, Sig, and Ruger, who’d all come outside with weapons freed from their holsters.

“Friendly, Rems?” Sig asked, his piercing silver-blue eyes raking down Nyx’s lustrous frame.

“Too friendly, I fear,” I muttered beneath my breath. “This is Nyx, my best friend. She’s the one I told you about when I worked in Seattle. She’s the friend who made that place easier to stay at.” Folding my arms against my chest, I watched Nyx petting my brothers like they were exotic animals.

“You’re a snack, aren’t you?” Nyx asked as she ran her fingers over the 5 o’clock shadow dusting Gauge’s jawline. At Colt, she brought her hand up and pretended to scratch while making purring sounds. “Yummy. And you, who are you?” At Ruger, she paused, and her face did something I’d never seen it do before.

Nyx blushed at Ruger, her pupils dilated, and she appeared to be at a loss for something to say about him. An uneasiness rushed through me at the thought of Nyx, who’d never been at a loss for words since the moment I met her, blushing before my brother.

“Name’s Ruger, ma’am,” he stated in an uncharacteristically soft tenor.

Slowly blinking, I chewed my bottom lip while watching them together. My mouth opened, then closed repeatedly as I fought to find something to say.

Why wasn’t Nyx cracking sexual jokes or flirting with him? She did that with every single male she met. It was written in her DNA to crack off with something inappropriate.

Names Ruger, ma’am?

Who even were these people?

“Absolutely stunning friend you’ve brought home, sis,” Ruger stated as his hand lifted, fixing a lock of glittering hair behind her ear. “Positively stunning.”

“What the hell is happening?” Colt asked, his eyes flicking between the two.

With a headshake, I dropped my arms that were staving off the chill to scratch my head. Yeah, I had no clue what we were witnesses to. Nothing about Nyx’s stunned, timid reaction made sense.

Ruger wasn’t a gentleman, either.

Out of the four remaining brothers I had. He was the craziest second only to Sig. Sig was the wildest of the bunch. Both Rugerand Sig were the living embodiment of walking red flags. I was certain the term had been created because of them.

Ruger played a gentleman well. Dressed in a white, long sleeved dress shirt he’d paired with dark slacks made him look debonair.

If you were to look closer, you’d see the ink peeking out of the neck of his shirt. You’d find that same ink sliding down his muscular arms, wrapping around both wrists as it spread onto the back of his hands. You’d never find him wearing shoes, not when he preferred boots to conceal the daggers he kept hidden inside.

On his phone, you’d find the names of over a thousand girls he’d spent countless nights with as he’d slept his way across every continent. In his wake, you’d find twice as many broken hearts.

I might’ve been biased since I didn’t want Nyx to go for Ruger in any manner. Not if we were going to be living here for even the next twenty-four. I didn’t need them to play with her with their certain brand of attention. Unlike Acyn, they wouldn’t play nicely with my best friend.

Acyn was an asshole who enjoyed playing with Nyx’s emotions. But he cared for her, showing that in the way he took care of her gluttonous needs. He never sent her away. Not even when Rhys demanded he be with him to oversee something away from the mansion.

He’d given her a key to the mansion.

Sure, it was the key to the back door, which only had access to his wing of the house. When I’d asked her about it, she’d told me Rhys was profoundly serious about not allowing his enemies in through the back door.Literally.

I hadn’t asked her to keep her distance from Acyn. She was a nymph. That meant she had to feed. Somehow, the two of themwere able to feed on one another. It kept Nyx from consuming half of the town’s population of males.

“Would you like a ride?” Sig asked, his soft, sky-blue eyes glittering with the idea of making meat in their‘sandwich’out of my bestie.

The balls on these two.

“I think the fuck not. No, Siggy, shedoesn’twant a ride,” I answered for her as I stepped closer, eyeing the chain on Ruger’s throat. Frowning, I slid my finger between his throat and the chain. Yanking it free, I scowled at the tiny vial hanging from the thin silver band. “Is that what I think it is?”

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