Page 92 of The Hunt
“I think you should be the one to turn around.” He reached for the button of his jeans. “I couldn’t bring myself to wear another guy’s underwear.”
My eyes went black, and I spun around.
“Not funny, Fenris.”
“It kind of is. Mostly, it’s cute.”
“Right. Shy and succubus are synonymous.”
“That’s why it’s cute.”
I rolled my eyes then listened.
“Are you even changing?”
“I was waiting for you to start.”
“You’re annoying me.”
He chuckled.
“Bet that’s not the first time.”
Shaking my head, I pulled off my long-sleeved shirt, tied it around my waist, then shimmied out of my jeans. Stripping in the middle of winter would never be sexy. It was hypothermic. A shiver stole through me the moment I untied the shirt.
Concerns about the temperature faded away as I turned and saw Fenris had already changed. He wasn’t smiling. He was shaking harder than I was.
“Fenris? Are you okay?”
He nodded.
“Fine,” he rasped. “It’s cold out here.”
He’d never had a problem wearing only shorts in the snow before. Worried, I agreed and gestured to the cave opening.
“You should go in. I’ll bring our things.”
He slowly nodded. “Yeah.”
The shaking started to ease the moment he walked into the steam-filled entrance. What did it mean if a werewolf, who was never cold, was suddenly shivering? It couldn’t be good. Did werewolves get sick? Maybe it was a sickness the banshees had been singing about.
Panic surged at that thought, and I grabbed our things to hurry after him.
Chapter Fourteen
With a sigh,I sank deeper into the water.
“This is, by far, one of the better ideas you’ve had.”
Fenris grinned at me from the other side of the pool, but like when he’d smiled at the mermaids, it didn’t reach his eyes.
“Are you still cold?”
“No. I’m fine.”
“Are you sure? You seem…off.”
“I am. I keep thinking about how upset you are that I’m keeping the truth from you and the deals you suggested.”
