Page 2 of Dark Night of the Soul

“Don’t these people know what time it is?” he growled.

I glanced at the bedside clock. It wasn’t that early, but definitely too early for visitors. Especially when we were trying to get it on.

I rolled off him and out of the bed, reaching down for his discarded shirt. Tugging it over my head, the hem brushed the tops of my thighs. From behind me, he groaned.

“When you get rid of whoever that is,” he said, “I’m going to need you to keep that on when you come back to bed.”

Ah, he knew the way to a girl’s heart. I flashed him a grin over my shoulder as I cracked open the door.

Piers stood in the hallway.

“Yes?” I said with a heated hiss.

He took in my rumpled appearance and the fact that I was wearing a shirt that didn’t belong to me and blushed. I’d never seen Piers blush. He planted his gaze firmly on mine.

“Ah, my lady, there is… someone downstairs to see you both.”

“Who the bloody hell is here this early in the morning? Don’t answer that. Get rid of them.”

I started to close the door, but he put a hand on it and kept it open.

“I’m afraid he said it was urgent.”

“Urgent, huh?” I cut a glance back to Kincade who lounged on the bed with his arms behind his head. The bedcovers were bunched around his waist. Dammit. I bit my bottom lip as I turned back to Piers. “Well, who is it?”

“He said his name was Silas.”

Behind me, Kincade went still. Then, under his breath, “Fuck.”

I straightened upon hearing the familiar name and gave him a nod. “We’ll be down in a minute. Tell him to meet us in the dining room. The least we can do is feed him breakfast.”

“Very good, my lady.”

I closed the door. When I turned, Kincade was already there, inches from me. He pinned me against the door, pulling up one leg and wrapping it around his thick waist, which made me stand on tiptoe to meet his height. Before I managed a protest, he was doing all those magical things to me.

“But… Silas…” I breathed against his mouth.

“Can wait ten minutes.”

I gave him my most evil grin. “Only ten?”

He growled in response.

Chapter 2 | Anna

It was twenty minutes later when I stumbled out of the bedroom on wobbly legs, still in a haze of bliss. At least I was dressed. Kincade strolled out as though nothing was ever out of sorts. As though I didn’t undo him as easily as he undid me. I envied that about him.

At the foot of the stairs, Piers waited with his face upturned, looking anxious.

“Is he in the dining room?” I asked.

“No. He wanted to wait in the parlor. Shall I bring tea?”

“Coffee, please, Piers,” I said as my stomach growled. “And something to munch on.”

“Very good.”

He departed for the kitchen as we entered the parlor. There was Silas wearing a long black trench coat, heavy boots splattered with mud, dark pants and shirt. Like he was dressed to slink down a shadowy alleyway. The fingers of his left hand were curled into his palm due to an injury he sustained that never healed. An eyepatch covered his left eye, but even that didn’t hide the surprise on his face. His one good eye widened as he took in my rumpled appearance.