Fell’s laughter sounds like a low bark.
“They shouldn’t know that,” Kirk comments.
“I’m over this bullshit where you all gang up on me.” I grit my teeth.
“Taking her among them is dangerous.”
Fell growls.
“Keeping her here and allowing her to become a perceived threat to the Alpha would be worse,”
Cadoc replies.
“It’s also a good time to test the waters, and pump people for information.” Bo drapes himself over the couch. He’s devastating in his charcoal gray slacks and black button down.
“We’ll need a good plan to keep her safe while appearing smitten,” Cadoc mumbles, more to himself.
His bright blue eyes are unfocused as his brain works overtime to whip up a plan.
“You can pretend for a night, can’t you Princess?”
I want to wipe the smirk off Bo’s face.
“If you stop antagonizing me, yes.” I bare my teeth, growling in the back of my throat. He grins. His love of chaos and irritating me is getting under my skin.
“I have to keep myself entertained somehow. All of my other extracurricular activities have been cut off.” Bo’s eyes smolder. The asshole gets off on our back and forth.
“Poor spoiled Bo has to make do with his hand.” I run a finger down my cheek, miming a tear.
He gives me a black look.
I ignore him. “Is the Alpha worried—”
“It’s the last thing he needs right now. You’ll have to hide the contempt you feel for him. I can smell it spilling from your pores right now.” Cadoc shifts his weight.
“After everything he’s done to you—”
“To us,” Bo corrects. “None of us volunteered for this.”
Before I can to eviscerate him, Kirk clears his throat.
“Dinner’s ready. We have a lot to discuss and lasagna is best served hot.”
“You heard the man. Thanks for taking care of the food tonight,” Cadoc says as he clasps Kirk’s shoulder.
“I enjoy cooking. It’s a nice change of pace to do it for others.” Kirk shrugs.
“We should form a schedule and trade-off,” I say as we make our way into the room.
Stomach growling at the rich scent of baked cheesy pasta layers, and garlic bread, I walk toward the formal dining area.
A spread of Caesar salad, golden brown garlic bread, and trays of lasagna is set up on the counter.
Bo laughs, “No one wants to eat anything I’ve prepared.”
“We’ll find something else for you to do then,” I assure him, patting his shoulder.
“It’ll get sorted soon enough, Brat,” Cadoc promises.
The conversation stalls out as we take our seats and the food is passed around. Silverware clinks on plates and the crunch of garlic bread being consumed fills the room as we sate our hunger.
Trying to talk on an empty stomach would only end in a blood bath.
Refreshed, I go in for a kill. “I saw your sister, Fell” I study his face for his response.
“What?” Fell’s muscles tense and his eyes widen.
“I called her name, and she looked right at me before she ran away.”
“Where were you?” Fell whispers.
“On the mountain with Kirk.” He doesn’t seem shocked by her presence or her response.
“Did anyone else see you?” his tone drops.
“We weren’t hiding, so probably.” I shake my head.
“Did anyone else say anything to you?” His shoulders tense.
