Page 149 of The Bonding Games: Part 2

“We will?!” Grinning so widely it hurts, I can’t contain myself, and I lean down to smack a kiss to Deadly Nightshade’s forehead with a, “Mwah!”

She looks unimpressed when I pull back. Or she would if her sneaky little lips weren’t trying to twitch into a smile. “Of course,” she replies smoothly, as if this is nothing. “You would like to visit Mexico, would you not? And America?”

“Oh, yes!” I explode, clapping my hands together to prop my chin on them. Then I bat my lashes down at her. “You’ve been in my head.” A dreamy sigh leaves me.

“I am always in your head,” she tells me, deadpan.

Both hands move to fan myself. “Wow-wee. Thank you, Wifey.” Then I think of the most amazing pick-up line ever, and I tell her while tossing my beloved lion’s mane around, “Even when you’re not in my head, you’re in my head.” I bite my lip seductively, planting my hands on my hips. Then, just in case no one understood, I waggle my brows and say, “Get it? ‘Cos I’m thinking about you all the time? 24/7? Every hour of every day?”

She lets out a scoffing laugh.

Oooooh, look, another new one!

“Moving on,” Ez says, and I sit back on my heels like the good boy I am to listen avidly. “We will obviously need a place to live, and I cannot, will not, go back to that penthouse.”

Growling at just the thought, Tate rumbles, “Of course not. If it weren’t made of taalk, I’d destroy it all for you, my Havoc.”

“Agreed,” Cooper says darkly, rubbing a hand over DN’s side. “You’re not setting a foot back in there, Vengeance. Never again.”

“Hm.”

His eyes narrow. “Ezla—”

“Okaaaay!” I interrupt before this beautiful moment has the chance to get ruined by a verbal sparring match. “House planning time!”

Both of their gazes slowly flick over to me.

Not about to be intimidated, I stand strong with a firm expression.

“You look like you’re about to shit yourself,” Tate mutters as he nuzzles into Ezla’s arm like a cat, with his eyes closed, might I add.

My lips purse, and I squint at him. “You can’t even see me.”

“I spared a glance.”

Cooper snickers, and I slap a hand to my chest. “Since when were you ever on Tater Tot’s side, Coops?!”

“Right. House planning?” Scotty prompts with a raised brow, getting us back on track before he can answer me. Linking his fingers through Ezla’s, he asks, “Have you got anything in mind, Love?”

“Of course.”

Cooper’s eyebrow is the next to rise. “And?”

“I will have a castle built for us.”

42

ALBY

“Ah, Ezla. Here for your appointment?”

“Your death, more like,” Tate seethes, and the Showmaster hardly has time to process his presence, eyes bugging out of his head, before my largest brother is on him.

Hand wrapped around Peter’s neck, Tate marches out of the silver lift of the Techtis Council building and drags him back into the lavish penthouse that’s just been revealed to us. Scrabbling at his arms, the Showmaster can only make a wheezing sound.

“Let him breathe, my beast,” Ezla drawls, but she’s obviously amused, and she has a bloodthirsty look on her otherworldly face as she looks Peter up and down in the most belittling way known to man. Through the bond, she reminds us all, We cannot kill him yet. That exciting part will come later.

“But he touched you,” Tate growls, glaring into the Showmaster’s soul, his hold only tightening. “He wanted to touch you again. Did you hear his fucking eagerness when he thought you were here for your massage session?” he seethes, shaking with fury.