Page 82 of Havenfall Harbor
Evan hangs his head low between his shoulders. When he looks up, it’s at Griffin with a glower. “Fuck, man, can you quit being so helpful?”
Griffin lifts his arms and lays them casually on the back of the sofa, not bothered by Evan’s words at all.
“What else did you want to say?” I ignore Griffin and focus on Evan.
Evan scratches at the beard that’s filling in on his jaw. The color is a few shades darker than his light hair. It makes him even more attractive. “Well, it’s obvious the threat is escalating, and we need to do something about that.” I nod my head slowly, agreeing that what happened this morning went much further than something that could be considered a prank.
“Though Griff didn’t have much tact, I think he’s right. You should stay with us.” The way he ends the sentence makes me think there’s a but coming. I wait for the proverbial other shoe to drop.
“That’s not the only reason we want you here. We want you.” Griffin waggles his finger a bit, motioning between himself and Evan.
I snort, and glance between the two of them. “You want me to what?”
“No, we just want you. You are—”
“Fun, and we like spending time with you, and we think you like spending time with us too,” Evan interrupts, but I swear he was going to say something else. Especially with the way Griffin cocks his eyebrow at Evan.
“I don’t think I’m understanding this,” I tell them, because they can’t mean what I think they mean, could they? I mean, I know having more than one lover isn’t all that unusual anymore. Hell, I had a few friends who considered themselves throuples or in open relationships. Sexuality is as fluid as it used to be rigid. But could I be involved in something like that?
Before either of them say anything else, I ask, “Are you guys together?” I’ve never picked up on any attraction between the two of them, but what the hell do I know?
“You understand perfectly what we mean. To answer your question, no.” Griffin tips his chin down and watches me with critical eyes.
I want to deny his claim that I know what he means, but I can’t. I do understand what he’s saying, but I don’t know the specifics. Heat rises over my chest and brings a flush to my cheeks as the thought of a threesome between us unfurls in my mind.
“Exactly,” Griffin confirms, as if he knows my every thought. I narrow my eyes, but I can’t maintain eye contact with him.
“I’m not dumb, I know what you mean, but I would need to know more. Are you just talking about sex with each of you? Separately or together?” I shrug, finding a spot on the carpet very interesting.
I lift my arms as if to wave off the fact that I just asked those questions. “We have other things to deal with, more important things.”
“Whoever hurt you will be dealt with,” Griffin promises darkly.
“Why was there so much blood? Why do I feel fine now?” I’ve let them distract me too much. I’m missing something about what happened to me, and they still haven’t told me how they found me. Not to mention I’m not certain I’m in the right mind to even discuss this stuff, it all sounds a little too appealing to me right now.
Evan
Quinn’s cheeksare still tinged pink. I want to punch Griff for spilling it so bluntly. I did manage to stop him from telling her just how fucking important she is to us though. Quinn might be open to joking about fooling around with us, but I’m not convinced she’s serious. I think it’s a little early to assume she would be ready to be a mate to me and sung to Griffin.
I fold my arms over my chest and leave Griff to answer how Quinn seems perfectly fine now when she must know she was much more seriously injured than the evidence seems to suggest. Probably not very nice of me, especially considering he probably saved her life, or at least saved her from the pain and suffering, but he can explain this one.
Griffin blinks several times, he actually looks a little nervous to answer.
“Well, what happened? How did you find me?” Quinn insists again.
“Evan tracked your scent.” The fucker tries to use me as a distraction instead of answering the question.
Quinn’s face screws up, wrinkling her nose. I can just imagine what she’s thinking, especially after the comment she made about running into Noah. She has no idea that the reason Noah kept his distance was because she smelled like us, not because she was sweaty. Humans.
“Good night, seriously?” She cast a glance between the two of us.
“I followed your unique scent, not stench, Quinn,” I tell her, interpreting her thoughts. She turns her head and rubs her chin against her shoulder.
Her nose wrinkles up again. “Uh, so weird, but I’m pretty curious…what do I smell like?” She asks the question as if she’s half afraid to hear the answer.
“Fucking good,” Griffin pipes up. Quinn lowers her chin a bit and shakes her head while widening her eyes.
I try to clarify Griffin’s blunt response. “Everyone has a unique scent, and you might get a different answer from anyone you’d ask. Tome, you smell sweet, like night blooming jasmine and smoky sandalwood.” I stop there, I don’t want to tell her how deep I can delve into her scent, how much her pheromones and how she’s feeling play into her natural aroma.
