Page 79 of A Hunt So Wicked
"Not bloody soon enough," Ciar growled. Like, actually growled.
"What was that?" I asked, raising a brow.
He took a sip of his drink. "Must be the wolf. It's been happening here and there. I justreallywant to see some pretty things, okay?"
Taj snorted. "Perhaps don't refer to our future wives like that to their faces, hmm?"
Ciar waved him off. "It's part of it though, isn't it? These urges?" He gestured to his cock, and we all laughed.
"It's been getting stronger as the day has worn on," Taj agreed. "What are we going to do? It's not like we're immediately marrying them."
"I'm sure our fathers have something planned. They went through it too," I said.
"Probably whores, then?" Ciar questioned, his eyes sparkling.
I shrugged. "Wouldn't surprise me. Have you marked your list yet?”
“Yeah, we both did,” Taj replied, grinning. “May luck be in our favor, gents.”
I sipped my drink and looked around once more, finally spotting the person I needed to speak with. My friends seemed to be favorably adjusting to the day's revelations, and that was all I needed to know. "If you'll just excuse me for a moment..." I walked off, following Dair in the direction of the bathroom. Pushing through the heavy curtain, I nearly ran right into him.
"Fucking hell, Torin," he cursed. "What are you doing?"
"What am I doing? You're the one who was late by your own standards. And I told you earlier—I needed to speak to you."
He sighed and pinched his nose. I frowned.
"I'm sorry. Am I bothering you?" The question came out harsher than I'd intended.
He dropped his hand and slipped them both into his jacket pockets as he stood taller. "No. What do you want to talk about?"
I knew we were all working through the events of The Hunt, so I didn’t probe further. My priority was that I needed to talk to him. Deciding it was best to bring up the Choosing Ceremony first, I asked, “Have you decided who you’d like to be paired with?”
A hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he considered my question. “I have.”
“Well? Don’t keep me in suspense over here,” I demanded, already knowing which woman he was going to say, but suddenly, I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear it.
“Evie is my first choice. My only choice, if I’m being honest.”
I chuckled but didn’t really find anything humorous about his answer. “I knew it. I saw the way you laughed with her, and she is beautiful.”
Dair crossed his arms and eyed me. “And I saw the way you danced with her.”
My brow lifted at the jab. “Oh, please. I danced with many women.” I raised my glass and took a sip of my drink.
“And what about you? Have you decided?”
I simply shrugged. “Not one hundred percent. I’ll keep waiting for something to happen. Something that won’t make me second guess what I want.”
“Well, we should probably get back in there, then. Because there’s not a lot of time left for this moment of clarity you’re waiting for to happen.” Dair made to step around me, and I blocked him.
“I still need to talk to you about something.” He lifted a brow, and I cleared my throat, answering his unasked question. "About the curse."
Dair’s body stiffened at the sudden topic change, and he crossed his arms. "What about the curse?"
"My father has been working on breaking it for years. It would give us the freedom to shift as we please. No more ofthis." I waved my hands in a sweeping motion.
"No more murdering our people, you mean?"
