Page 106 of Season Warriors & Wolves

He threw a bunch of dried grapes on his mouth, wincing at the taste. “No?”

Kilian was waiting in his armchair in the far corner of the room, drinking, eyes travelling all over me when I made my way to him.

“You scared me before,” I said, throwing him a glare.

“Yeah, I was scared, too. You promised me a cuddle. Preferably with your tits in my face. You left mid-cuddle. Imagine my horror when they were just…gone.”

“Kilian Henrik Castemont,” I hissed, taking a pillow from our bed and throwing it at him. “You absolute fool.”

“The full name returns,” he said, catching the pillow. “Am I in trouble?”

“Yes.” No, he was not.

“I’d like to know why.”

“Well, you barged in naked.”

“I had my underwear on. I did not barge, I knocked. And I woke up with you missing from my side.”

“Then you said I’m yours at night.” Which I was. Don’t know where I was trying to go with this.

“That you are.” He cocked his head back. “Why did you have to slip away from me like that? What wicked things were you planning on doing?”

“None.”

“The things you do to me when you lie,” he said, adjusting in his seat.

Heavenly thigh gods. “Even so,” I said, a little bit louder than normally and his brows hiked up. “I can do wicked things. I can keep things from you. Lie to you.” I wanted to do neither of those things, ever.

“Of course.”

Oh. “Yes, of course. I don’t have to take permission for everything.” But I wanted him to approve of what I was doing.

“No, you don’t.”

Oh. “No, I don’t.” I stopped pacing back and forth when I caught him smiling from the corner of my eye. “Something funny?”

“I love it when you are cruel to me.”

“We are arguing, Kilian. This is us arguing right now.”

He cleared his throat and forced the smile away—just barely. “Alright. I’m sorry. As you were saying.”

“Look like you’re enjoying this a little less.”

“I’ll try, but not all of me agrees,” he said, pouring another glass of his horrible tasting liquor.

I grabbed another pillow and smacked him with it. “Maybe I can convince stubborn parts.”

He grabbed my wrist and pulled me to him. “You violent little thing. Maybe,” he purred, stroking pieces of hair out of my face, “I should have started with some news first.”

I shuddered. “What news?”

“But you’ve hurt my feelings,” he said, pulling back, leaving me all cold and empty.

“Fool.”

He bit his lip. “Ah, my poor heart.”