Page 61 of Final Shift
“Murder and mayhem,” I said sweetly.
“That's my girl,” Dad said. He jerked his thumb over his shoulder. “Already dropped your mate off at Ben's. I expect boosting the magic will take him a little longer than it will for you.”
“Alright. We'll hit Ethan's first, then Thorvin's?”
Dad nodded. He glanced at Moira. “You good with this?”
Moira smiled. “You old softie. Yes, I know where we're headed.”
“Alright then. You know the drill.”
Moira slid her fingers into mine. Dad touched me on the arm and away we went.
Chapter
Twenty-Two
MOIRA
With barely a greeting between Evie and the other Lord, she sank right to the ground and closed her eyes, slender fingers digging into the soil. When magic started flowing around her, Ethan pierced me with his dark gaze.
“It's cold outside. Come into the house.”
I hesitated. “You sure?”
His lips twitched. “You've already been inside, haven't you?”
I blinked at him. Oh fuck he knew. How the fuck did he know? “Uhhh,” I said eloquently. “No?”
Ethan tapped the side of his nose. “I didn't know who it was at first, you know.” He turned and started walking up to the house. “The scent was tantalizingly familiar, but I'd never really spoken to or had many dealings with you before. I didn't put the pieces together until a few months ago.”
Shit. Deny. Deny. Deny. “Huh. I have no idea what you're talking about.”
“Mmm.” He held the door open for me. I hesitated at the entrance.
“Better get inside. I smell those cookies inside your pocket.”
Against my better judgment, I stepped into the wolf's den.
“Your scent was all over the house,” Ethan remarked as he strode past me. “But I smelled you most in my bedroom.”
My cheeks flamed.
“I don't know how much you saw, but I hope you enjoyed the show.”
I hoped the floor opened up underneath me and swallowed me whole.
“You tried to hide your scent,” Ethan said, “but you were unsuccessful. I have tricks of my own, you know.”
He went to the fridge and pulled out an amber bottle. “Would you like some?”
I licked my lips. “I have no idea what that is.” My voice was hoarse. Too hoarse. Shit.
“Port. A friend of mine makes it.” He pulled two small shot glasses down from a cabinet and poured a thick, tawny colored liquid inside them.
I pulled the cookie container out of my pocket and opened it for him.
Ethan inhaled. “Oatmeal and chocolate.” He inhaled once more, a furrow to his brow. “The chocolate smells different.”
