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ganache.”
“Yeah, that’s just restaurant trickery that they use in order to charge you quadruple the price of pie.”
The gentle curve of his lips made it easy to forget that he commanded a pack of over five hundred predatory animals.
He leaned back in his chair. “Seriously, how are things, Skylar?”
Good, an opening. “Weird.”
His brows furrowed. “Weird?”
“Yep, weird. Nothing about this”—I moved my hand back and forth between the two of us—“is normal. It is weird.” I hate that I couldn’t think of a word more fitting. Yep, weird is all I have. Sitting across from him in a fancy restaurant with a songstress baring her soul was weird. Behaving as though this was just a casual dinner between friends was weird.
“We needed to talk.”
Here it comes. I am about to get my “ talking to .” Before he could start the homily I blurted out, “She—”
“She started it,” he interjected, his chiseled features slowly giving way to a smirk.
“No, she was on my property and I had the right to react the way I did.” I had moved past “she started it” and right on to self-righteous indignation.
He nodded his head slowly but remained quiet. He was silent until the server brought our food. I pushed the dessert aside, took another drink from my glass, and then started to eat. Sebastian ignored his food. “Ethan feels that because of your friendship, you are being more resistant to his advice,” he said.
Friendship? Whoever is responsible for the rumor mill is really bad at their job. Ethan and I weren’t friends. We were two people bonded by our mutual oddities, forced to deal with each other in order to survive. He yelled, I yelled—it was our thing. He threatened, I rolled my eyes and moved on. We dealt with each other and continued to irritate each other. That wasn’t the foundation for a friendship but the beginning of a cage match.
“Michaela can be difficult to deal with,” he acknowledged, taking a bite from his steak.
Is that the euphemism we are using for crazy and insensate ? “She isn’t difficult to deal with. She is coddled and excused for behavior that would cause others to be punished for.”
“She is the Mistress of the Northern Seethe,” he reminded me in a low voice.
“And?”
How quickly the soft, warm gaze could switch to stone with just a blink. “That isn’t an ‘and’. That has meaning. We will not start a war with them over a crush.”
“It’s not a crush.” But defining my obtuse relationship with Quell was always difficult.
“I don’t care what it is, Sky, but it is a problem and it shouldn’t be.” Usually his deep baritone possessed a mesmerizing lilt that made my name sound musical, but not now.
Maybe it was the topic or the dessert but I couldn’t eat any more and pushed the plate aside. When Sebastian became preoccupied by something behind me I didn’t have to look. I knew what or rather who had distracted him. A brunette, two tables over with her friend. The sleek black dress she wore didn’t leave anything to the imagination, and if your imagination failed you, her plunging neckline would kick start it. I glanced over, and she looked at Sebastian and smiled.
There wasn’t any denying it, he was a very handsome man who wore the assurance of command as easily as he did the mint green button-down and dark brown slacks. I had become immune to him, or as immune as one could be; but the woman in black was just as enthralled as I was when I first met him. That diametric feeling of fear and attraction was something hard to ignore.
He excused himself to go to the bathroom, and I wasn’t surprised when the lady in black excused herself from her friend and went to the bathroom, too. He better not leave me for Ms. Oh-is-my-cleavage-showing-in-my-absurdly-low-cut-dress.
It wouldn’t be the first time. Steven had left me twice for some scantily clad woman at a bar. He often said he had a hard time controlling his primal urges no matter
“Yeah, that’s just restaurant trickery that they use in order to charge you quadruple the price of pie.”
The gentle curve of his lips made it easy to forget that he commanded a pack of over five hundred predatory animals.
He leaned back in his chair. “Seriously, how are things, Skylar?”
Good, an opening. “Weird.”
His brows furrowed. “Weird?”
“Yep, weird. Nothing about this”—I moved my hand back and forth between the two of us—“is normal. It is weird.” I hate that I couldn’t think of a word more fitting. Yep, weird is all I have. Sitting across from him in a fancy restaurant with a songstress baring her soul was weird. Behaving as though this was just a casual dinner between friends was weird.
“We needed to talk.”
Here it comes. I am about to get my “ talking to .” Before he could start the homily I blurted out, “She—”
“She started it,” he interjected, his chiseled features slowly giving way to a smirk.
“No, she was on my property and I had the right to react the way I did.” I had moved past “she started it” and right on to self-righteous indignation.
He nodded his head slowly but remained quiet. He was silent until the server brought our food. I pushed the dessert aside, took another drink from my glass, and then started to eat. Sebastian ignored his food. “Ethan feels that because of your friendship, you are being more resistant to his advice,” he said.
Friendship? Whoever is responsible for the rumor mill is really bad at their job. Ethan and I weren’t friends. We were two people bonded by our mutual oddities, forced to deal with each other in order to survive. He yelled, I yelled—it was our thing. He threatened, I rolled my eyes and moved on. We dealt with each other and continued to irritate each other. That wasn’t the foundation for a friendship but the beginning of a cage match.
“Michaela can be difficult to deal with,” he acknowledged, taking a bite from his steak.
Is that the euphemism we are using for crazy and insensate ? “She isn’t difficult to deal with. She is coddled and excused for behavior that would cause others to be punished for.”
“She is the Mistress of the Northern Seethe,” he reminded me in a low voice.
“And?”
How quickly the soft, warm gaze could switch to stone with just a blink. “That isn’t an ‘and’. That has meaning. We will not start a war with them over a crush.”
“It’s not a crush.” But defining my obtuse relationship with Quell was always difficult.
“I don’t care what it is, Sky, but it is a problem and it shouldn’t be.” Usually his deep baritone possessed a mesmerizing lilt that made my name sound musical, but not now.
Maybe it was the topic or the dessert but I couldn’t eat any more and pushed the plate aside. When Sebastian became preoccupied by something behind me I didn’t have to look. I knew what or rather who had distracted him. A brunette, two tables over with her friend. The sleek black dress she wore didn’t leave anything to the imagination, and if your imagination failed you, her plunging neckline would kick start it. I glanced over, and she looked at Sebastian and smiled.
There wasn’t any denying it, he was a very handsome man who wore the assurance of command as easily as he did the mint green button-down and dark brown slacks. I had become immune to him, or as immune as one could be; but the woman in black was just as enthralled as I was when I first met him. That diametric feeling of fear and attraction was something hard to ignore.
He excused himself to go to the bathroom, and I wasn’t surprised when the lady in black excused herself from her friend and went to the bathroom, too. He better not leave me for Ms. Oh-is-my-cleavage-showing-in-my-absurdly-low-cut-dress.
It wouldn’t be the first time. Steven had left me twice for some scantily clad woman at a bar. He often said he had a hard time controlling his primal urges no matter
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