My jaw clenched.
“It is.” Reaver crossed the chamber, his dick swinging. “Unless Sera asserts her authority.”
“She wouldn’t do that,” Attes remarked as Reaver stepped onto the dais.
“Where’s Poppy?” the draken asked.
Likely convincing herself she didn’t want to throttle us. When I returned to the Solar and immediately checked on her, she still wanted to. The look she had given me before slamming the bathing chamber door in my face almost had me cupping my private parts.
“In the other room,” Kieran said. “Why areyouhere?”
Attes arched a brow, his gaze sliding to the draken.
Reaver shrugged. “To make sure everyone gets along.”
Kieran snorted. “You’re here to keep the peace,Reaver-butt?”
“Speaking of asses.” Recalling the shawl left in the sitting chamber, I lifted a hand. A heartbeat later, it hit my palm. “I don’t want your bare ass on my chair.”
Attes’s lips twitched as Reaver sighed and snatched the shawl from my hand. He shook it out, eyed it with a frown,and then tied it around his hips. The shawl was nothing more than layers of lace and didn’t hide much, but it was better than nothing.
Reaver looked up through a sheet of blond hair. “Happy?”
“Not really.”
The fucking draken still sat.
“Do I want to know why a shawl just flew through the air?” Poppy’s voice floated out from the other room.
Normally, my gaze would’ve been glued to the entryway. Seeing her after only a short time apart was like seeing her for the first time. It never failed to physically affect me, and I might be a little addicted to that gut-punch feeling. But this time, my gaze stayed trained on Attes.
Because his was glued on the archway.
“Reaver needed something between the chair and his bare ass,” Kieran announced.
I knew the moment she entered because Attes’s jaw tightened, and he looked away fast, seeming to find the grain in the table fascinating.
“You do realize that’s Tawny’s shawl?” Poppy said. When I looked at her, she had stopped inside the Solar, her brows knitted. She wore a plain dressing gown the color of the elms that complemented the fiery waves now cascading freely down her back.
“What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her,” Reaver said, reaching for the bowl of fruit I hadn’t brought back to the bedchamber earlier.
Poppy opened and then closed her mouth as she stepped onto the dais. The emerald flecks in her eyes churned slowly as she looked at Kieran. “Are they still arguing?”
My lips flattened.
“Not exactly,” Kieran drawled, watching Reaver with a frown as the draken pulled an apple from the bowl.
“Good.” Poppy started to walk past me, clearly heading for the seat on Kieran’s other side.
I wasn’t having that.
Snaking out an arm, I snagged her around the waist. She grunted softly as I pulled her down onto my lap.
The center of her cheeks flushed as she managed to sit as far from me as possible, perched like a little statue on my knees. “You do realize there are many chairs?”
“I do.” I smiled at her. “But I’m your favorite chair.”
The crease between her brows deepened.
