Page 47 of Final Shift
Mom's eyes narrowed, and she opened her mouth to probably yell, but Dad cleared his throat.
“I've hired a new tailor in my court,” he said with a meaningful glance at Mom. “I will send her soon. She is also well equipped to defend herself if need be.”
I frowned. “Why would a tailor need to defend herself when measuring me for a dress?”
Mom's eyes flashed a strange silver color. “Closure comes soon, Evangeline. Be prepared.”
Just when I opened my mouth to ask what the hell she meant by that, Mom winked. “And, for the love of the gods, use that money to buy yourself a new wardrobe. You've been wearingthe same things for months and you cannot show up to court in cashmere sweaters and jeans.”
Mom and Dad disappeared in a flash of light.
“Since when did my friends and family become bullies?” I grumbled.
Rowan scooped me into his arms. “You get so grumpy when you're wrong about something.”
I snorted and smacked him on the chest. “That's because I'm never wrong!”
Mora laughed out loud. “Are we still on for shopping tomorrow?”
I nodded and waved. “Let's go back to that jewelry place.”
“Sold!” she called as she walked away.
Garrett gave us a two-fingered salute and headed the other way, leaving me and Rowan alone.
“Hungry?”
“Not for food.”
Rowan's slow grin made my heart skip a beat. “Huh. Odd coincidence. I have a large supply of non-food in the bedroom. Would you like to see it?”
I tangled my fingers in his hair. “Always.”
Chapter
Eighteen
MOIRA
Someone was in my house. I froze with my hand two inches from the doorknob and sent a tendril of magic through the crack at the bottom of the door, dropping it as soon as the scent of the intruder hit my nose.
I swore under my breath and unlocked my door.
“Ethan. Godsdammit. What did I tell you about breaking into my house?”
The Lord sat on my couch, looking smug as hell. He held up the paperback I'd been reading, a smuttastic novel about a woman on the run from magical assassins.
One of his eyebrows rose. “Lots of quivering members in this one.” He clicked his tongue. “This woman likes variety.”
I wanted to choke him. “Yes, well, variety is the spice of life.”
Ethan's lips twitched. “You like a lot of choices when it comes to members, Moira?”
I was a vampire hybrid hiding big secrets from everyone. What I liked was peace, quiet, and people minding their own business. I did not have time for any quivering members who wanted to linger.
I shrugged. “Depends on the quivering member.”
Ethan chuckled, the sound tightening every muscle in my body. He rarely laughed, and I felt inordinately pleased I could make him. It seemed like I made him laugh a lot, though the joke was usually at my expense.
