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“And try to escape and be reunited with the dragon? I don’t think so,” Bastille shot back. “Sly stays to ensure you don’t make a run for it. He’s a predator, so he’s naturally faster than you.”
She pretended to write a note on her hand with an invisible pen. “Break his legs before making a run for it. Got it. Thanks.”
Instead of taking offense to the threat, Sly tipped his head back and laughed, grinning at her again like she was the most entertaining thing he had ever seen.
Not finding her comment funny, Bastille growled under his breath, “Don’t be idiotic and try something while we’re gone.”
She leaned back and smiled, looking so sure of herself, so full of pride. Almost…queenly. “Your majesty, when you all leave, you’re taking all the idiotic in this cabin with you.”
Majesty?She knows I’m the king?Bastille glared at Kobe as the werewolf re-entered the living room with piping hot pancakes.
Before Bastille, Kobe, and Nikolai left to go on some mission in the woods, Bastille gripped Sly by the throat and said, “If you dare to touch her while I am gone, I will help her break your legs.”
So, of course, Luna wanted to get Sly to touch her. It wasn’t even the horniness—though that was getting quite strong after being teased last night by Bastille and this morning by Kobe’s big, strong thigh.
She just wanted to unravel Bastille’s self-control.
She wanted to make him so enraged, his head literally exploded.
How mad would he be if he came back to her seducing Sly?
Pretty Gods dang mad.
Chapter 20
She lounged back on the couch as Sly returned from making them both cups of tea in the kitchen. He set hers down on the coffee table and chose the seat across from her—in the fancy chair where she had only ever seen Bastille sit.
“Is that not Bastille’s chair?” she asked, picking up her hot mug and holding it to her chest.
“While the parents are away, the fox shifter will play,” Sly remarked with a sly smile, leaning back in the regal chair.
A predator willing to disobey his king? Perfect.My escape plan gains hope!“I feel like of any of them, you’re the one more willing to break the rules he sets,” she observed aloud.
“I believe you mispronounced ‘brave’ in that sentence. Not ‘willing.’ Brave.”
“Why did he choose to leave you here with me?” she asked nonchalantly as she sipped her tea. She cursed, losing her calm façade as she burned her tongue on the hot liquid.
“Careful with that mouth,” Sly said. “It’s one of my favorite parts of you. Though, there are many.”
A blush warmed her cheeks as she rolled her eyes.
Sly was rakishly handsome. His dark reddish-golden hair curled in long wisps to frame his face, where sharp cheekbones shared the stage with dimples and lips adorning a slight resting pucker. His narrow eyes and the mischief that shone in them made it look like he always knew someone’s secret. And it was a dirty one.
“I burned my tongue,” she explained her curse.
“Do you want me to kiss it better? Maybe sucking it into my un-burned mouth would help?”
She swallowed down her rising lust and crossed her legs, shifting on the cushion.
His smirk deepened.
She repeated her earlier question, “Why did he choose for you to stay with me?”
“A basilisk, werewolf, and vampire should suffice,” Sly said. “Fox shifters aren’t really known for their fighting skills.”
Luna did not know much about fox shifters, other than that they could sense lies—maybe because they were so good at telling them. “What are fox shifters known for?”
“Stamina.” He winked.
