He’ll run himself ragged and, if we’re lucky, he won’t decide to tangle with any wild animals while he’s out there. If he does, he’ll come back bloody and exhausted, and tomorrow he’ll act like nothing happened.”
Amity’s fingers ached to reach out and take his hand. “He’s blowing off steam. Do you ever do that, Remy? Or do you keep it all inside?”
He shook his head, a nervous tic if she’d ever seen one. “I don’t hold onto any of it. It’s not worth it.”
“You’re telling me nothing affects you?”
Holding her gaze, he stood then stepped closer. She wondered for a brief second if she should worry that he’d take his frustration out on her. But in the next, she knew he’d never consider it. The man who’d made love to her had shown his true colors. He may be trying to intimidate her right now but he would never hurt her.
He wanted her to back off. And she couldn’t do that. Not when he hurt so badly.
When she merely met his gaze and stood her ground, she saw frustration in his clenched jaw and narrowed eyes.
When she lifted her hand to stroke her fingers along that jaw, she felt the tightness of his muscles. He would’ve stepped away immediately, but she reached for his hand, lacing their fingers together.
He froze like a deer in headlights, and she knew he was replaying their time together in bed.
A flash of heat shimmered through her. Heat so unexpected, she almost let herself get lost in it.
And while she would enjoy another few hours of sex with Remy, it wouldn’t do him any good. He needed to talk, and it didn’t seem that he was getting that from Rom.
Though the two cousins seemed to be closer than brothers, she wondered if they ever really talked. About their parents, their lost siblings.
About what they were going to do when they’d finally killed the demon.
“Remy, tell me about your brother.”
He looked like he’d taken a sucker punch straight to his lungs. As if she’d reached into his chest to wrap her hands around his lungs and squeezed until he truly looked like he was going to pass out.
She could tell his immediate response was to tell her to fuck off but he was too well-mannered to do it. He couldn’t bring himself to say those words to a goddess, much less one he’d had sex with the night before.
His lips parted to deny her but no words came out. His focus had turned inward to his memories.
“Rom and I already had our pelts. Danny was almost six years younger than me but he tried so hard to keep up.”
His voice seemed to startle him, it sounded so loud in the quiet of the room. His gaze refocused on her, standing so still in front of him. Her fingers stroked along his jaw, as if she were gentling a wild animal.
“Did he look like you?”
“Mom… always said no.” He took a deep breath, and she swore she could hear the rapid beating of his heart. “Dad said we were more alike than she wanted to admit.”
“Why?”
“Because I was a pain in the ass, and Danny wanted to be just like me.”
She felt something warm her inside at the expression on his face. His lips curved up in just the slightest hint of a smile. And it totally transformed him. Here was the man she’d met two nights ago at the bar, the man she’d fallen for. His blue eyes glowed as he focused inward on his memories. That mouth softened. Even the scars on his face appeared to lessen.
She had the almost uncontrollable urge to lean forward and take a bite out of his bottom lip. Instead, she forced herself to stay in her chair and listen.
“He followed us around constantly, like a shadow. Of course, I probably did the same to Rom when I was younger but Danny… Danny had the devil in his eyes. Mom always swore he had salbinelli blood in him.”
The Etruscan satyrs were notorious for their impish ways.
“She also always said it was a good thing he was so damn cute or she would have leashed him outside when he pulled one of his stunts. I knew she’d never do it. She
Amity’s fingers ached to reach out and take his hand. “He’s blowing off steam. Do you ever do that, Remy? Or do you keep it all inside?”
He shook his head, a nervous tic if she’d ever seen one. “I don’t hold onto any of it. It’s not worth it.”
“You’re telling me nothing affects you?”
Holding her gaze, he stood then stepped closer. She wondered for a brief second if she should worry that he’d take his frustration out on her. But in the next, she knew he’d never consider it. The man who’d made love to her had shown his true colors. He may be trying to intimidate her right now but he would never hurt her.
He wanted her to back off. And she couldn’t do that. Not when he hurt so badly.
When she merely met his gaze and stood her ground, she saw frustration in his clenched jaw and narrowed eyes.
When she lifted her hand to stroke her fingers along that jaw, she felt the tightness of his muscles. He would’ve stepped away immediately, but she reached for his hand, lacing their fingers together.
He froze like a deer in headlights, and she knew he was replaying their time together in bed.
A flash of heat shimmered through her. Heat so unexpected, she almost let herself get lost in it.
And while she would enjoy another few hours of sex with Remy, it wouldn’t do him any good. He needed to talk, and it didn’t seem that he was getting that from Rom.
Though the two cousins seemed to be closer than brothers, she wondered if they ever really talked. About their parents, their lost siblings.
About what they were going to do when they’d finally killed the demon.
“Remy, tell me about your brother.”
He looked like he’d taken a sucker punch straight to his lungs. As if she’d reached into his chest to wrap her hands around his lungs and squeezed until he truly looked like he was going to pass out.
She could tell his immediate response was to tell her to fuck off but he was too well-mannered to do it. He couldn’t bring himself to say those words to a goddess, much less one he’d had sex with the night before.
His lips parted to deny her but no words came out. His focus had turned inward to his memories.
“Rom and I already had our pelts. Danny was almost six years younger than me but he tried so hard to keep up.”
His voice seemed to startle him, it sounded so loud in the quiet of the room. His gaze refocused on her, standing so still in front of him. Her fingers stroked along his jaw, as if she were gentling a wild animal.
“Did he look like you?”
“Mom… always said no.” He took a deep breath, and she swore she could hear the rapid beating of his heart. “Dad said we were more alike than she wanted to admit.”
“Why?”
“Because I was a pain in the ass, and Danny wanted to be just like me.”
She felt something warm her inside at the expression on his face. His lips curved up in just the slightest hint of a smile. And it totally transformed him. Here was the man she’d met two nights ago at the bar, the man she’d fallen for. His blue eyes glowed as he focused inward on his memories. That mouth softened. Even the scars on his face appeared to lessen.
She had the almost uncontrollable urge to lean forward and take a bite out of his bottom lip. Instead, she forced herself to stay in her chair and listen.
“He followed us around constantly, like a shadow. Of course, I probably did the same to Rom when I was younger but Danny… Danny had the devil in his eyes. Mom always swore he had salbinelli blood in him.”
The Etruscan satyrs were notorious for their impish ways.
“She also always said it was a good thing he was so damn cute or she would have leashed him outside when he pulled one of his stunts. I knew she’d never do it. She
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