Page 101 of Midnight of Ashes
Knox leaned over and nipped my bottom lip. “You taste better than cinnamon rolls.”
Shit. If I didn’t get out of this bed, we were all definitely going to fuck.
Quickly, I rolled over Cillian. “Out. All of you. I don’t trust myself around all your crazy dragon pheromones.”
They all laughed, but I made a beeline for my bathroom, closing and locking the door behind me. Like that would do any good. They could knock that door in with a flick of their pinky.
I leaned against the wood, taking a deep breath. “I’m becoming a sex-crazed maniac.”
“And we like you that way,” Knox yelled.
“Damned shifter hearing,” I groused. “Get out of my room!”
More laughter sounded from the other room.
I pushed off the door, flipping them off, even though they couldn’t see me. It was the principle of the matter. If I wasn’t such a needy hussy, I’d give them blue balls for a week.
I made quick work of brushing my teeth and washing my face, cursing dragons and their magic dicks the whole time. By the time I was done with that, said dragons had thankfully fled my room. I crossed the closet, pulling out jeans, a blouse, and a sweater. While Cáel’s and Knox’s claiming marks were beginning to fade, Cillian’s was still fresh. I’d have to be wary of what I wore for the next few days at least. Thankfully, the fall weather made it easier to cover up.
Dressing quickly in my now-typical collared shirt, I pulled my hair back into a braid and grabbed my backpack. As I made my way out of my bedroom and toward the stairs, my steps slowed. I couldn’t help but wonder if Easton would be at breakfast.
He’d taken off without a word last night, but I’d seen the longing in his eyes, the hurt even. It made my stomach twist in a vicious cramp. I wanted to believe that he’d changed his view of me, but I couldn’t quite get myself to fully let go.
Forcing myself to keep going, I headed for the dining room. All the guys were there but Maddox. My gaze instantly went to Easton, who had yet again taken Knox’s seat next to mine.
As our eyes locked, he pulled out my chair. It was a tiny gesture, but it told me he wasn’t harboring any negative emotions. I let out the breath I’d been holding and headed for the seat.
I lowered myself into the chair, scooting in. Then I reached under the table and squeezed his hand.
Easton’s gaze flew to my face.
I couldn’t give him everything he wanted just yet. But I could give him this.
The smile that spread across his face was a punch to the gut. He squeezed my fingers and then released them. “Scrambled eggs, pancakes, or both?”
“Uh,” I began, still trying to find words after seeing the sheer joy on Easton’s face.
“She wants both,” Cáel answered for me.
I turned to him and stuck out my tongue. “Interfering dragon.”
He just grinned at me.
Footsteps sounded in the hallway, and we all turned to see Maddox stride into the room. There was no hint of amusement on his face.
“What’s wrong?” Cillian demanded.
His mouth thinned. “The police found Brent’s body.”
52
CILLIAN
I paced back and forth in my office as Maddox stood sentry. “There’s no way they should’ve known where that body was.”
Maddox’s teeth ground together. “No, there’s not.”
“Who from our horde knew where it was?” I demanded.
