Page 7 of Enchanting Her Monsters
Jade hasn’t looked at me since she kneeled down to pet her animals. She bites her lip then says, “I’m sorry.”
“About what?” I ask, skimming my finger over the rabbit’s incredibly soft ears.
“You’re stuck here likethis. It must be uncomfortable.”
“The couch isn’t too bad,” I say. I know what she really means, but I want to avoid the topic. What can I say about it anyway?
“No, about having to share this small space with me. It was probably bad enough when I was invading your pack’s huge lake house. You had your beautiful room to avoid me.” She swallows down the emotion bubbling up. “And now, you’re forced…”
“Hush,” I admonish her with a tender yet firm voice. “We’re good. Okay? You’re pack now. Arran officially claimed you. Flint and Maxum are already bonding with you. Osen is…” I choke up a bit despite myself. “You’re literally carrying his soul inside you. Don’t worry about me. If I need a break, I can take a walk.”
Her hypnotizing green eyes finally meet my gaze and I swear there’s a glow behind them, like a supernatural being might have. I wonder what she might actually be besides a witch.
The bunny wakes up and licks my hand. Then she says happily to Jade, “You lick birdman now. He likes it.”
Jade’s eyes go wide, and she covers her face in embarrassment. “Sage, he doesn’t want me licking or petting him.Pleasestop saying stuff like that.”
Even my face heats, feeling self-conscious. I swear this rabbit fancies herself a matchmaker.
Of course, Trouble pipes right in. “I think Birdman might like it more than he says.”
Jade frowns at both of them and gets to her feet, stepping back. “No more of this talk. You willnotpressure us anymoreabout me touching him. He’s only comfortable with you guys. It’s not nice.”
“Sorry,” Sage and Trouble say.
Jade looks at me, worry written on her face. “I’m sorry about all that.”
“Not your fault.” I sit up and set both creatures down on the floor so I can get breakfast ready when I hear the others rolling out of the huge bed they’ve all shared inside the small cabin.
I sense that they’ve been awake since Jade got up and approached me. I suppose they didn’t want to make her think they’re going to hover over her as much as they want to.
Flint enters the room and nods at me. We set things out on the counter and table for us to eat as Arran and Maxum join us.
Dressed in only sweatpants, Arran sits down at the kitchen table and pulls Jade into his lap. She squeaks as he does, and a blush creeps into her cheeks.
This woman confuses the hell out of me. We watched her come back filthy and naked from the woods last night after a werewolf knotted and claimed her, andnowshe’s embarrassed sitting on his lap?
Maxum and Flint give her glances filled with longing, their hands clenching as if they are resisting the need to snatch her up and into their own laps.
I’m jealous for my own reasons. I wish I could get over my touch aversion and be comfortable, like Arran is with his mate.
I had always wanted a mate, but do I want that anymore?
With a heavy sigh, I place a couple of chocolate muffins on the table and some fruit for us to eat.
Arran grabs a muffin and lifts it to his mouth.
Just as he’s about to take a bite, Jade screams, “No!” Then she smacks it right out of his hands and to the floor.
We all stare at her in shock.
“What the hell?” Arran asks, more in confusion than anger.
“It’s chocolate!” she says, pulling away from him a bit.
“So?” He shakes his head, puzzled by her behavior.
“It could kill you,” she explains, like he’s daft.
