Page 145 of Gemini Wicked

She deserves actual happiness.

Assuming we can figure out how to banish that fucker Mordred back to the demonical realm before he causes any more trouble.

Speaking of trouble.

That snake Vasili’s spread over the sleep heap like a python—or maybe a big saltwater croc—drowsing in the morning sun. He’s got one arm thrown over Zara’s hips (no surprise after he fucked her into a goddamn sex coma last night) and one hand wrapped around Sparrow’s ankle like a manacle.

I’m kinda surprised Sparrowhawk’s willing to tolerate the snake being that close to him. But, I mean, surprised not surprised. Lotta sexual tension crackling under the surface in this new polycule we just hooked up with.

Long story short? Those two guys—Sparrow and the snake—are just gonna have to fuck it out.

While I toe into my boots and buckle my knife around my thigh, my gaze shifts to him.

Pendragon.

That guy I’ve been swearing for years I’d make pay in blood for every ounce of pain and tears and heartbreak he wrung outta my Sparrow.

Now Sparrow wants me to hold my fire? Wants me to try and make nice with his asshole ex? Even though he knows I’ll never forgive the guy for what went down the night Sparrow lost his eye.

Geez, what a monumental fuckup.

Right now, Pendragon’s sleeping face down at the edge of the heap, with the wolf’s arm wrapped possessively around his waist and his face hidden in the snake’s neck. I’m kinda amazed the snake—I mean Vasili, gotta get used to using his name—lets a rabid dog like Ronin Pendragon anywhere inside his paranoid guard. Vasili’s throat has literally been exposed to the guy’s teeth all night.

Pretty safe bet those two are more than just allies or even lovers.

They’re close.

Real close.

Better keep an eye on him… that pissy Russian alpha whose tongue stings like a hornet… if I need to take his boyfriend down.

Under a blanket of inky hair, Ronin’s broad shoulders are all nakey, that traffic-stopping ass is on full display…

And his back’s exposed.

My skin sings with the drive to bury my knife in my enemy’s back.

My shoulders ripple and my wings emerge, feathers mantling and ready for combat.

But I tamp that shit right down.

My back tingles with warmth and witchcraft. But my wings melt reluctantly back into my tattooed skin.

Promised Sparrow I wouldn’t off the fucker in his sleep, didn’t I? Not to mention the princess won’t be any too keen if I knife her boy toy warlock the way I wanna.

Doesn’t change the fact Pendragon slept on one side of the heap and I slept on the other last night. Bed still wasn’t big enough for the two of us.

I’m turning away from the pile, all bitter and grumpy as fuck, when my eye falls on Neo. He’s half-smothered in sleeping dragon, but his bleary green eyes blink warily up at me.

He’s watching me watch Pendragon.

Without his glasses, the Mercury kid looks even younger. Shoot, they’re all kids compared to me. I’m robbing the cradle with this crew, for real. Except maybe for the prof—Lucius Aries—they’re all way too young for me. Even Sparrow used to be my student.

Knew what I was getting into, though, didn’t I? Didn’t stop me from falling toes over teakettle for Zara.

“Hiya, kid,” I say softly to Neo, so I don’t wake anyone else. “Don’t get up.”

“Don’t go,” Neo whispers.

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