Page 59 of Shadow Weaver
Barracks four watchtower duty - HYDE
Anger simmered in my veins as I donned the armor. Fucking wanker. Nohow are you?Noglad you’re better. Fuck him.
There was a soft knock on my door.
My heart lurched. Was that him? No. I didn’t care. “Come in.” I injected a casual tone into my voice even though my pulse fluttered in anticipation and hope.
Stupid, fucking, traitorous pulse.
The door opened, and the last person I expected to see stepped into my room.
Kash stood, hands in his jean pockets, surveying my room. “Minimal, isn’t it?”
He was in a cream T-shirt that set off the bronze tone to his skin. His hair was mussed, falling artfully onto his forehead in less of a just-got-out-of-bed style and more of a would-you-like-to-come-to-bed-with-me style.
His honey eyes lit up as they fell on me, and he let out a low whistle. “Now, that is a hot getup. Totally D and D. Paladin or crusader?”
My instinct was to tell him to shove it, but he’d saved my life so … “Shadow knight. What do you want, Kash?”
He sobered, and his gaze flicked to the card on my bedside table. “You got the card?”
“Yeah, tell Joti it was sweet.”
“That’s Joti for you.”
“Did you come here to admire a card you’ve already seen?”
“I wanted to thank you. For what you did. You could have left us to die, but you didn’t.”
“Leaving you guys was never an option, and the card is thank you enough. Besides, you saved my life too. I didn’t make you a card though, sorry.”
He grinned, showcasing his sexy teeth.
Sexy teeth?
Where had that come from?
“It was the least I could do.” He looked at the ground. “I’m sorry for being such a dick to you.”
“That wasn’t you. It was Fiona, right?”
He leaned against the door frame. “She doesn’t like the spotlight deviating off her. She likes to shock, and she loves intimidating people.”
“I’m sorry you had to … put up with her for so long.”
His jaw hardened. “Oh, she’ll pay for that. I’ll make sure of it. I doubt I’m the only one she was blackmailing, and once I find out who else she has in her grip, I’m going to free them and bring down her house of cards.” He swallowed hard. “But I didn’t come here to talk about Fiona. I wanted to ask you something.”
He sounded suddenly nervous as hell, and I was instantly on the defensive.
“Um, okay?”
His throat bobbed. “We have thisthingevery year. Nothing major, just a gathering of weavers; I suppose you might call it a ball.”
“A ball? As in gowns and tuxedos?”
He nodded. “Yes. Exactly that. And champagne and music.” His pink tongue peeked out to touch the corner of his mouth. “I was hoping you’d be my date.”
Date. Had he just said date?
