“It just makes me mad that I even have to think about this,” she told me.
“Okay.” I fought the upward curve my lips were determined to take. “But you’re still yelling at me.”
“No, I’m not!”
“You just burst one of my eardrums.”
“You’ll be fine.”
“I’m sorry.” I turned my head. “Can’t hear you.”
“Oh, my gods,” she muttered, twisting so her attention was on Seraphena. She didn’t see my smile, but I wondered if she felt my relief. Because she wasn’t panicking. She sounded like herself: a fascinating mixture of innocence and wickedness.
“You two remind me of Ash and me,” Seraphena commented.
“Really?” I drawled. “Have you stabbed Nyktos?”
“Casteel!” Poppy exclaimed, smacking my chest.
“Because she has stabbed me,” I continued.
“Oh, my gods!” she hissed, swinging her hand again.
I caught her wrist as I lowered my mouth to her ear. “So incredibly violent,” I murmured, then added for just her,It makes me incredibly hard.
“You are so incredibly dysfunctional,” she hissed.
“You know what I think?” I drawled. “That you forgot you can’t spell dysfunctional without—”
“Don’t—”
“Actually,” Seraphena interrupted. “Ihavestabbed Ash.”
Poppy stopped fighting and turned to Seraphena. “You have?”
“Yep.”
“Must run in the family,” I muttered.
Shooting me a glare that should’ve lit me on fire but only made me hard, Poppy pulled out of my hold. This time, I let her go. Luckily, she moved to stand in front of me. I doubted she’d want her grandmother to know I was aroused.
“I have questions about you stabbing Nyktos,” Poppy said.
Seraphena grinned. “We really don’t have time for that.”
“We don’t.” She sighed, but her shoulders straightened. “So, I’m Kolis’s weakness.”
“You are.”
I didn’t like where this was headed. Neither did my cock.
“It’s an advantage,” Seraphena said, avoiding my narrowed stare. “An ugly one Eythos believed Sotoria could capitalize on by convincing—”
“Stop right there.” Stepping forward, I crossed my arms. “Please, tell me you’re not suggesting she—”
“I’mnotsuggesting that she do what was originally planned.” Seraphena met my gaze. “Trust me.”
“I don’t,” I stated, and Poppy turned on me. “Not right now,” I added.
