Page 87 of Vipers and Vendettas
He glances up at me and then at her, his expression softening and his lips turning upwards very slightly.
My eyes narrow. What is his game?
I quietly close the door, and I send a message to my brother to tell everyone to be quiet when they come up, so they don’t wake her.
‘She’s exhausted.’ Daemon whispers as he puts his tablet on the table next to him. He keeps massaging her gently. ‘She needs more than just a nap.’
He gestures to a blanket draped over the other couch. I grab it and put it over her carefully.
‘Put a conjure on her so she can’t hear us,’ he suggests.
I shake my head. ‘I’m not carrying one suitable.’
‘Keep quiet then,’ he mutters.
I frown at him. ‘What’s with the glove?’
He looks at his covered hand. ‘When we touch, it’s a littleincendiary.’
‘I see.’
I don’t at all, but there are more pressing things we need to discuss at the moment.
I hear the door open at my back, and the others come in, all looking as surprised by Daemon’s antics as I am.
Maddox comes forward first, looking down at Jules and then at Daemon. ‘Did you check her over? Are you sure she’s …’
‘She’s fine. The vamps didn’t touch her.’
At our voices, quiet as we’re trying to be, Jules stirs, groaning a little as she stretches out on the couch. The towel moves down, and her chest comes into view.
All conversation ceases, and I know if I were to look back, all eyes would be riveted on that creamy expanse of flesh.
I swallow hard, my mouth suddenly dry as I pull the towel and the blanket up to save her modesty.
Her eyes flutter open, and she looks confused as she peers past me. I feel her instant sense of contentment and relief when she sees that we’re all here and safe.
‘Did you get them?’ she whispers.
‘Most, if not all,’ I answer.
She realizes that her legs are in Daemon’s lap, and she sits up quickly, her cheeks coloring.
‘Sorry,’ she mutters.
He gives her a look I can’t discern.
‘Do you want something to drink?’ he asks.
She nods, and he gets up.
I immediately take his place, letting out a small sound of pleasure as I draw her to me.
‘We were worried,’ I say.
She lets out a small laugh. ‘So was I when I appeared in front of McCathrie.’
She grips me tightly, and I feel her worry running through me.
