Page 185 of The Robin on the Oak Throne

“Could you two put your hate on hold for a minute?”

Lorcan shot her a look that said that was never happening. “Don’t ever forget what he’s capable of.”

“I don’t,” she told him as she pocketed her phone. “Nor what you are.”

“I’d never hurt you.”

Kierse almost believed him. Almost.

Chapter Fifty-Three

Graves’s limo was waiting at the exit to Lorcan’s building. Graves leaned back against the door, utterly unconcerned. Druid patrols stared down at him with open enmity, guns trained in his direction. And on his part, not a single fuck was given.

“Wren,” he said, breathing a sigh of relief at her presence. “Let’s get you home.”

He yanked the door open, letting her slip inside. He smirked up at the patrols before sliding in after her. He tapped the roof twice, and George pulled away.

Graves was utter stillness next to her. She could feel the waves of death emanating from him. The nightmare that she’d first known. As if he couldn’t control the power that whirled like a tornado, threatening to take down the entire Druid compound.

“Are you okay?” she asked softly.

“AmIokay? You were the one who was injured.”

“Do I look injured?”

“Yes,” he said flatly.

“Did Lorcan tell you what happened?”

“Gen did,” Graves said. “As best she could. She did not see the danger that I did.”

“What danger was that?”

His gaze finally shifted to hers. “Your magic wasdrained. Your absorption was off. Anything could be done to you.”

“Do I seem different?” she asked, not discarding his fear. He had a reason for this, clearly. His feelings were valid.

“Yousmelllike him,” Graves growled.

Kierse bit her lip. “That…would make sense.”

“Explain.”

“I woke up in his shirt,” she told him. “In his room. In his bed.”

Graves clenched his jaw. “We need to turn around. I’m going to kill him.”

Kierse laughed. “We’ll shower when we get home. I can start smelling like that honeysuckle and jasmine stuff you got me again. Will that make it better?”

“He’s goading me,” Graves said.

“Yes. But he was also trying to take care of me and was worried about moving me. I am still not that steady on my feet.”

“He has ulterior motives.”

She scooted across the seat and leaned her head against his shoulder. “So do you.”

Graves slipped his arm across her back and pulled her in tighter. “Yes, but you are my wren.”

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