Page 124 of Blood Red Rage
“Where?”
“Top shelf.”
She gasped. “Viking!”
“What?”
“You put my shoes somewhere I can't reach?”
“Correct.”
Her eyes widened. “Why?”
“Because you shouldn't wear them.” She made a sound somewhere between outrage and disbelief.
I bent and kissed her forehead. “Wear the blue ones.”
“I hate the blue ones.”
“They support your ankles.”
“They look orthopaedic.”
“They look safe.”
“They look like something Layla's grandmother would wear.”
“Her grandmother had excellent balance.” Bryn shoved at my chest, but I laughed. She hated when I laughed during arguments.
“Get my shoes.”
“No.”
“Get them.”
“Blue ones.”
“Black.”
“Blue.”
“Viking.”
“Bryn.”
The bond flared, I felt her frustration, then something else, tiredness. I immediately stopped smiling. “Sit.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Don't.”
“You're tired.”
“I am seven months pregnant with your enormous vampire babies. I'm always tired.”
“Our babies are not enormous.”
“They are apparently trying to occupy my rib cage.” One kicked, I see Bryn flinch.
My hands tightened instantly. “Pain?”
