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I stepped into the bedroom. There was a bed with a chunky, wooden bedframe. The linens were cream and pale blue, and I eyed them with trepidation. Oblivious to my inner turmoil, Orin shut the door behind us, locking it.
I spun around to face him, bracing for the fear to roll over me, but it was still curiously absent.
“Are you hungry?”
“No.”
He narrowed his eyes on my face. “When was the last time you ate?”
“I’m not sure. Maybe last night after I treated your wounds.” Speaking of wounds, I stared at his side and then stepped toward him. “How is it feeling?”
“Fine.” He brushed past me and opened the door into an en suite shower room. Turning on the faucet, he began washing his hands. “You’re going to come downstairs for some food,” he announced, his tone telling me more than his actual words. What he meant to say was thatYou’re coming downstairs for food, and you’ll damn well eat.
“And what should I tell Blakely if she asks me any questions?”
“Lie.”
That got my hackles up. “I know lying is second nature to you, but I find it a little more difficult.”
He turned those cold eyes on me. “Would you rather tell her we’re on the run from a rival clan because you shot one of them in the head?” He was getting irritated with me, but then that made two of us.
I folded my arms. “Fine. I’ll lie.”
Dropping the hand towel he’d been using, he stepped toward me, standing toe-to-toe. My folded arms brushed against his firm abdominals, and I tilted my head back so I could see him properly.
Leaning closer, he said, “Good,” then stalked from the bedroom.
I huffed out a breath, the desire to push him a little further niggling at me. After a minute, I followed him. When I stepped into the entryway, I heard the low rumble of his voice coming from deeper inside the house. I found him in the kitchen with Blakely, who was pouring tea from an ancient-looking teapot into three awaiting cups. She looked up when I stepped into the room.
“Do you take sugar, Mysterious Woman who Came with Orin?” she asked, a small smile playing on her lips.
“No. Thank you. Just a little milk. And my name is Fallon.”
Blakely’s smile grew. “I told you she’d tell me her name.”
“It could be fake,” he replied, acting nonplussed as he shoved a sandwich into his mouth and chewed slowly.
“It’s not,” I replied, keeping my eyes locked on Orin. I turned my attention back to Blakely, though, when Orin brushed off his hands and went to the fridge. There was an element of familiarity between them, and he moved around the house like he’d been here before. It would stand to reason that he had been given he said it was safe here.
Blakely handed me my cup, and I took a large gulp.
“How do you know each other then?”
I could feel Orin’s raking gaze on me, but I ignored his warning stare. “He’s a friend of my brother’s.”
Her green eyes flickered to Orin, then back to me. “Brother’s best friend, huh?”
“What?”
She gave me a small smile. “Forbidden fruit is the best.” She leaned to the side to get a better look at Orin, who had sat himself down at the kitchen table. “I can’t imagine this bastard being sweet enough to attract any woman though.”
She thinks Orin and I are a couple?I opened my mouth to set her straight, when Orin spoke over me.
“Her brother doesn’t know. He’d have my arse if he did.”
Whipping around, I shot him a look, which he ignored.
Blakely leaned her hip against the kitchen counter and took a sip of her own tea. “Are you two eloping?”
