Page 52 of My Monster's Keeper
Becky
So that happened.
I sit on the porch the next morning with a coffee and a desperate wish that I had grown the ability to turn invisible overnight.
I’m not sure what I should think about what happened. I rub my hand over my face and grumble at the sun shining so brightly. Flashes of last night keep disrupting my morning thoughts, and, with each recalled memory, my temper frays a little bit more.
I have to work with them, I…look up and find Wilder sitting in front of me, frowning. I close my eyes. I had been hoping to avoid our confrontation a while longer. At least until the end of my cup.
“No matter how long your eyes remain closed, I shall not disappear.”
I growl and open them. He doesn’t smile, just watches me with curiosity. I think it's curiosity, it could be that the Fae is plotting my murder. His expression is impassive.
“What’s the matter, Wilder?” I say with exhaustion.
“Last night happened. We would talk about it.”
“Nope.” I cut him off before he can go any further with this nonsense. “We don’t need to talk about it at all.”
“You engaged in mating rituals with two-”
“MATING RITUALS?”
Wilder folds his arms over his large chest and glares at me. “I need to know that you are okay to continue our working companionship whilst you court the Grim and the Unseelie Lord.”
Damnit, damnit, damnit! “If there’s going to be courting, I’ll court all four of you,” I snap without thinking. Personally, I blame the lack of coffee for my poor thought processes this early in the morning.
But, then again, it could be the lack of ‘action’. The last time anyone ‘courted’ me was well over two years ago. And they are all extremely hot.
Stop. It.
I glance up and find Wilder in the exact same position. But, this time, his intent gaze takes my breath away.
“You’d court all four of us?” Wilder confirms.
My cheeks blaze. I’m not even touching this conversation, not for all the coffee in the world. I climb to my feet and turn, only to find the others lined up. Stix and Frost are smiling, Puppy is baring his teeth in what could be a smile.
“I’m ordering waffles. Who wants to try one?” I say suddenly. Throwing out a different bait.
Not even Frost is tempted. I should be flattered. Alas, my temper is this side of catastrophic.
Diablos walks out of our house with a huge iced cappuccino. I stalk over to him and steal it from his hands. When he bares his teeth, I bare mine back. His growl is drowned out by a symphony of four masculine warnings.
Holy hell.
Hot. So freaking hot. I sip the drink and smirk up at the demon boss.
“I have a job for you,” Diablos growls. “There’s an abandoned house, it’s got links to the police who tried to kill you. I believe there is something living inside, and there may be clues about what’s going on with the omega. Go get it.”
I narrow my eyes. “You’re being testy.”
“You stole my drink,” Diablos growls.
I roll my eyes.
“Go do my will, human!” Diablos thunders and stops short of stomping his foot when he vanishes in a puff of smoke.
I stare at the spot, feeling a whole lot better. I glance over my shoulder at my four monsters. “Well, you heard the man. Waffles, and then we go and kill shit.”
