Page 15 of Taming
Prince Linden is a nice man. Really, he is. That’s the problem though. He’s too nice. And I’m not ready for nice. I wouldn’t even begin to understand nice.
But I do want that money …
Ah, decisions, decisions.
“That sounds …nice.”
“Perfect.” He leans into me, and I tense beneath his touch as he presses a warm kiss to my cheek.
Another rumbling growl sounds through the air and sharp teeth lash out at the Prince’s ankle.
“Grim.” The scolding tone of my voice doesn’t reflect the relief that’s in my heart. “Be nice.”
“That’s alright. He’ll get used to me, I’m sure.”
Hmm, that sounds suspiciously like he intends to be around for a while.
“I have to go. I have a couple more errands to run.” I wave to him as I stride quickly through the castle gate, rounding the corner so fast the Prince doesn’t even have time to reply.
“Good Goddess, why is there an abundance of ridiculous men in my life right now?”
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When I was a girl, my mother would buy me pretty dresses to dress my dolls in, and I’d spend the day fawning over how perfect they looked. Today is almost just like that. I hand my naked men their clothes, and I pretend to busy myself with straightening the kitchen, hanging up their dick curtains and such, but really, I’m side-eyeing them hard.
Rime pulls his jeans on, and the waist of the pants hug the smooth curve of his tight ass as he pulls them into place.
A happy sigh slips from my lips.
Chaos tugs the dark shirt down over the hard lines of his abs, and another sound of contentment leaves my lungs.
When I look to Kain, he’s staring a hole right through my head.
“Are you done? Or should we make this a strip tease effort for your enjoyment?” Gruffly, he pulls his shirt over his fiery hair, glaring telepathic hate messages with his eyes as he goes.
Why is he so damn moody?
I’ve been nothing but kind to him.
The fucktile.
“So, lead the way to our mage, and we’ll be done with this friendship once and for all.” There’s no amusement in Kain’s voice. The serious tone isn’t pleasant or kind. It’s entirely demanding.
Right, it’s time for them to meet Agatha and hope they accept her as their missing mage.
I have a feeling this is going to turn out really bad either way …
Chapter Six
The Other Mage
The journey from my shack to Agatha’s cottage is tense, but I refuse to show even a miniscule amount of discomfort.
“Are you three brothers?” I don’t ask the question to anyone in particular, but I know there’s only one of the three who will actually answer me.
Chaos keeps pace at my side, and he seems to be the least intimidating of their little bunch. Kain has a fiery anger that rolls off him even in his quietness. Rime is an image of innocence with the silence to match. His pale hair is so white, he looks like Jack Frost come to life. Sharp angles and sharp glares define him. He doesn’t detach his jaw from its tightly held place to speak one single word of kindness to me.
While Chaos can’t seem to shut up.
