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“No, he just thinks we work together, which isn’t far from the truth,” Mykie answered. “He’s worried that his brother is going to ‘corrupt me’ or something. Like I’m some innocent girl and Ryker’s the big, bad wolf.”
"Do you think he'll really help?" Caspar asked.
Mykie nodded. "He'd pretty much do anything I ask."
She took a second to realize what she said, and she cleared her throat and pushed her hair behind her ear again. "Uh, I mean—"
"Let's make that a rule. No talking about the things other guys have said to you," Corbus said, quickly interrupting her before she could make a bigger fool of herself.
“That can be a rule with you; I’m not bothered hearing about it,” Caspar said. “I like hearing you talk about the things that make you happy. What drew you to him?”
“Way to one-up me,” Corbus muttered.
"He makes me feel special," she murmured. It made her shiver at the thought that she was the only one to make him feel something. He—along with the boys on either side of her—made her want to feel, too. His words the day he first kissed her rushed back to her, and they suddenly made sense. He, too, was used to living up to an expectation and duty, and he put aside his wants just as often as her. He just set them farther aside than Mykie ever dreamed of doing.
"Do we make you feel like that?" Corbus asked.
"You make me feel needed," she stated, brushing her hand against his as she walked closer to him. He grasped her hand and intertwined their fingers together.
She glanced at Caspar. Dare she say it before she had talked to him individually. Sure, Caspar had said before that he didn’t mind, and that he was stuck with her, but he felt something for her, right?
"Caspar makes me feel strong and protective. As if nothing can hurt me or him when we're together," she murmured softly.
Caspar turned his head to look at her. He sent her a blinding smile that reached his amber and brown eyes.
Mykie looked away from him, feeling her cheeks heat up.
“You’ll meet Ryker at the funeral for Renly’s father. Do either of you know if a date was decided?” she asked as they rounded the corner on the street of her apartment, tactility changing the topic away from her romantic life.
“Saturday,” Corbus answered. “Renly’s mother didn’t want to interrupt the workweek. Which reminds me, I have a class soon. I’ll talk to you later?”
Mykie rolled her eyes at the idea of Renly’s mother but to Corbus she nodded.
Corbus looked at Caspar then. “I have time to drop you off at the house if you like?”
Caspar looked from Corbus to Mykie. “Actually, I was thinking of asking if I could stay with you for tonight? I think Renly and I need to cool off from each other.”
Mykie bit her lip. Caspar… staying over in her room? It was all so tempting.
“Sure. I’m sure Jezebeth won’t mind.”
Corbus cleared his throat before directing his words at Mykie. “Well, okay then. I guess I’ll head out now. Can I talk to you first, alone?”
“I’ll walk you to your car,” Mykie offered.
She followed him over until they were standing beside his car.
“I just felt awkward asking in front of Caspar, but I wanted to see if you’d like to go to dinner soon. Just the two of us?”
“I’d love to go on a date with you,” Mykie said with a smile. “How does Friday sound?”
“Before the funeral?”
Mykie shrugged. “I don’t see why not. If Renly doesn’t like it, that’s his business. Just be patient with him. We can’t fault him for seeing exactly what the Vultures wanted him to think.”
Corbus winced. “I’ll try my best to explain to Renly that you aren’t at fault.”
“Thank you for believing me. I know it probably wasn’t easy, seeing that Renly is your best friend,” she murmured. She leaned over and pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek.
