Prim and Proper Fate (Twisted Fate Series Book 2) by Tami Lund Page A

please. You’ve been eyeing me since I stepped off that boat on your island,” Brandon taunted. “And I’ve decided that I’m okay with the fact that you’re a Fate. You’re still doable. I can overlook that flaw.”
    Prim slapped him. “Don’t ever ask me for another backrub again,” she snapped, and then she stood and strode across the waiting area, to sit as far from him as she possibly could, and still be able to hear the summons when their flight was announced.
    He supposed he deserved that. Damn it.
    “Trouble in paradise?” William asked several hours later, when they were seated on the plane and waiting for takeoff. As soon as they boarded, Prim had offered to swap seats with someone in the very rear of the plane. In an act of feminine solidarity, Sydney had followed suit, leaving the two men to sit alone in business class. To make matters worse, Brandon knew damn well every person on that plane thought he and William were an item, considering the fact that William was wearing an obnoxious flower-print dress, his favorite curly blond wig, and the ever-present hot pink lipstick.
    “Trouble should have stayed in paradise,” Brandon grumbled. “I’m starting to think we would have been better off doing this by ourselves.”
    “Prim is a difficult woman to appreciate,” William said wisely.
    “I appreciate her just fine. That’s the problem. And I could’ve sworn the feeling was mutual.”
    William lifted his painted-on eyebrows and regarded Brandon with polite disbelief. “I was under the impression you weren’t particularly fond of Fates. Especially Prim. Wasn’t she your mother’s Fate?”
    “Yeah.”
    “I assume your widespread disrespect for our kind is a direct result of the fact that your mother was killed, and Prim was unable to save her.”
    “Indirect, actually. I was too young when it happened to even remember it. But I lived with my aunt and she made sure I understood. She was a pretty bitter woman.”
    “Do you truly believe we are to blame for the deaths of the Chala over the years?”
    Brandon blew out a sigh. “I don’t know what to believe. I used to think it was Gavin, until I got to know him. Then I convinced myself it was you all. Now I’m beginning to doubt that. My head’s so fucked up right now, I can hardly think straight.”
    “It’s really quite black and white,” William said. “The Rakshasa are to blame. We do everything we can, but sometimes it isn’t enough. And if they did not exist, then our Chala would almost certainly not die.”
    “Thanks for the history lesson,” Brandon grumbled as the flight attendant walked by and asked if they’d like a drink. William ordered a glass of wine. Brandon asked for a beer. After she walked away to retrieve their drinks, William asked what he did to upset Prim.
    “What makes you think I did something?” Brandon asked defensively.
    William rolled his eyes. “I saw her fixing your back, and the look of utter bliss on your face. And then you opened your mouth and now she and Sydney are sitting far too far away for us to be effective should there be a Rakshasa attack while we are up in the air.”
    Brandon gave a little jerk and nearly caused the flight attendant to spill the drinks she had been about to place in front of them. But then he forced himself to relax. There weren’t any Rakshasa on this flight. Brandon would have known if there were. For that matter, so would William, Prim, and even Sydney. They all had the ability to sense them, to some extent, and they were in far too close quarters not to be fully aware.
    “I thought we had the same thing in mind,” Brandon grumbled as he took a swig of beer.
    William sipped his wine and watched the shifter for a moment. Then, very deliberately, he said, “There is a vast difference between fucking and making love. And if you do not understand that, then I fully support Prim’s decision to keep you at arm’s length.”
    As soon as they stepped off the plane in