Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 110550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 553(@200wpm)___ 442(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 553(@200wpm)___ 442(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
“Now I must go against doctors’ advice, and bribe my child with alcohol to get her to give up all the secrets she thinks she can keep from me.”
I busted up as she was whisked away. That was Sunny’s mother all right.
“HERA, SAVE ME,” I BREATHED.
Warm breath ghosted my ear. “Should I be jealous?”
I jumped a foot in the air. Whirling around, I came face-to-face with that borrowed grin curling Liam’s mouth. “Jealous of what?” I squeaked.
“Of the fact you keep staring at my fathers.” He winked. “You can’t have us all, Miss Blaine.”
I seriously considered dumping the pot of lasagna soup over his head—forget that I was making it for everyone to celebrate our first night all together.
Sunny, Bane, Adeline, and Genny were upstairs in Genny’s apartment, waiting for me to call and tell them dinner was ready. It was just us in Sunny’s apartment. Us being me, Liam, Sienna, Adeline’s husbands, Tricky, and Shonda.
“You’re cute, Mr. Hunt, but my taste for older men doesn’t extend that far.”
“Hmm.” He leaned over me reaching the glasses on the high shelf. Cologne scented the air, wafting from his exposed chest. At home and free, Liam let a few buttons hang loose, and it was doing terrible things to my internal temperature. “Just checking,” he said.
“Why don’t you help me finish this up instead? Pass me the noodles, please.”
He turned to do as I asked and my gaze drifted back to Adeline’s men against my will. I couldn’t help it. We’re fortunate to come across one silver fox out in the wild, but four in one room—there was nowhere else to fucking look! Even Sienna kept tossing glances at them.
Gray touched their temples. Wrinkles graced the corner of their eyes. A calmness slowed their movements as if they reached the point they had life figured out, and there was no reason to rush a minute of it. Down the row, Adeline’s men were nature-defyingly handsome, but what really drew my eyes was Tricky chatting away with the man who had to be Sunny’s father.
Sinjin.
His dark hair boasted blue-and-silver streaks. Yes, blue and silver. They weaved through his waves in the perfect mix of silver, ebony, and sapphire—the kind of bold look you wished you could pull off, but didn’t have the balls to try. I got the feeling from the first instance he kissed my hand, said it was nice to meet me, then winked like we had a secret... that Sinjin had no trouble doing exactly what he wanted always.
Despite Adeline’s guilt, it’s Sinjin that kicked off this war. At least that’s what Sienna’s visions say. His children claim he’s made too many mortal enemies to narrow it down to one, but I should talk to him. I can push aside the strange nervousness that raises my pulse when he’s near.
I shivered. Liam’s teasing was off. Sinjin didn’t make me nervous because he was handsome. He set off something base and primal in me because I knew when I was in the presence of a predator.
That man is dangerous. A loving partner? Sure. A great father? I’m not denying it. But none of that changed the fact he was wicked through and through.
Sinjin suddenly glanced up from his conversation with Tricky, fixing on my wide eyes. Holding my gaze, he smiled slow—and winked. I was held in his power, feeling every thought, secret, truth, and lie plucked from my mind.
That was impossible nonsense and still I squeaked and spun away.
“Kenzie, careful!”
I crashed into Liam, knocking the strainer of pasta out of his hands. My foot slipped on a noodle and I was flying.
“Ahhh!”
“Kenzie!” Liam lunged to catch me and we both went down.
All one hundred and seventy pounds fell on me, knocking the wind clean out of my lungs. Maybe this was Sinjin’s power: causing pain without laying a hand on you.
“Shit, Kenzie, are you okay?”
A high-pitched giggle broke into my gaze. “Oooh. Daddy said a bad word.”
Fingers tangled in my hair, lifting my head to his shiny, concerned eyes. “Are you?”
Willing breath into my lungs, I tossed my head. “No.”
“No? What’s wrong? Did I hurt you? Where?”
Once again it surprised me that Liam managed to convince the world he was cold. The idea he hurt me accidentally wretched his voice.
“Hurts,” I whispered. “I need...”
“Need what?”
“A kiss.” Liam stilled. “I need a kiss. That’ll make me feel better.”
“You’re ridiculous,” he deadpanned.
I smothered a laugh—mostly because I did take a good fall and it hurt to think about laughing. “I’ll have that kiss without sass, thank you very much.” I tapped my mouth. “Right here. Now.”
“I told you about playing this game with me.”
“I told you now.”
“Fine.”
No sooner had the word penetrated my ears than his mouth was on mine. I gasped for an entirely different reason.
Soft, warm lips caressed me, stealing the gasp off my tongue and teasing it with his. There was an old anime movie where in exchange for his heart, a fire demon grants a man unimaginable power.