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Preston appeared, my black duffel bag dangling from his hand. “Since you weren’t coming back, I thought I’d bring this.”
Hell, there went my excuse to leave.
“That was so nice of you.” I smiled, took the bag, and dropped it by the couch.
Fane flipped the book closed and stood. “I’ll be back.”
Preston’s face fell. “You guys are leaving?”
“Just Fane.” Logan rummaged around in the kitchen cabinets, pulling out a box of crackers. “Tate’s staying here with me.”
“Oh, really?” Preston grinned and folded his broad frame onto the couch. “I could stay for a little while—if that’s okay.”
Logan didn’t bother hiding his grin. “Sure. Why not?”
Preston patted the cushion next to him. “Come sit by me, Tate.”
Fane’s presence formed behind me, a barely audible snarl coiling over my nape.“Don’t even think about messing around with my cousin, Teague.”
I glanced over my shoulder and answered him through our mental link.“It’s funny that you think you can tell me what to do.”I ignored his frown and plopped onto the couch next to Preston.
Fane’s muscles tightened so much his cotton t-shirt could shred apart at any moment. The mental image tumbling into my mind from that thought spread heat into my cheeks.
Logan sat on the other couch with the box of crackers in his hand. “This won’t end well.”
“Preston.” Fane curled and then flexed his fingers, every vein and tendon in his hands pushing through his bronzed skin. “Thanks for bringing her bag, but you can’t stay.”
The shifter scoffed. “Logan said I can, and it’s his place.” He winked at me. “Besides, it’s pretty clear Tate wants me to hang out.”
If it annoyed Fane, then yes, I wanted Preston to stay.
A luminescent sheen melted through the demon shifter’s eyes as he marched toward us and skewered Preston with a glare that hadmebreaking out in goose bumps. “Let’s go, Pres. I mean it.”
The other shifter shuddered and then shot to his feet, cursing. “Really, dude?”
“Yeah, really.” Fane jerked his head toward the door. “Now.”
Preston sighed and followed Fane through the living room. “If she’s your girl, just admit it, and I’ll stop flirting with her.”
Fane shook his head as he shut the door, but their voices carried to my ears thanks to my supernatural hearing. “She’s not my girl.”
“Then can I ask her out?” Preston inquired.
“No!” Fane’s roar rippled through my insides even from the hall.
Logan couldn’t hold his laughter in anymore. “Fane’s going to throttle his cousin.”
“You might be right.” Despite what Preston thought, Fane keeping his cousin away from me had more to do with me killing Warin than anything else.
“You hungry?” Logan rattled the cracker box.
I shook my head. “I had a sandwich.”
“Want to watch a movie?” He left his couch and then jumped on the other end of mine, grabbing the remote off the coffee table. Once he clicked on Netflix, he started flipping through his recommendations.
My brows furrowed. “Why are all of your recs rom-coms? Do you share your account with someone else?”
Logan scoffed. “I happen to love rom-coms.”
