Page 20 of My Silent Demon

Wynn’s eyes focused on him. A smile tipped her lips. “Oh you will, will you?”

“Sure will.” He kissed her neck.

She raised her chin and pressed against his lips, her eyes fluttering closed.

Onyx pressed more kisses to her throat.

Osian rolled his eyes. He stood and grabbed both our plates, then nodded to the hallway.

Let’s go. You don’t want to witness what they’re about to do.

He was right about that. Osian walked out of the room. Apprehension filled me, but I followed him. Wynn and Onyx didn’t notice our absence.

We rounded the corner into the living room.

Osian said,We’ll wait at my place until they’re done. Can you get the door? Please.

I opened the door, and we walked into the hallway. As I shut the door behind us, I locked the knob.

I think my door’s unlocked. Wynn wasn’t too concerned about locks earlier.

I smiled at the memory. Wynn was feisty for such a small woman. I moved down the hallway to Osian’s door and tried the knob. He was right; it was unlocked.

I opened the door and gestured for him to go inside. Once he was in, I followed him and closed the door.

His apartment seemed to be a mirror image of Wynn and Onyx’s. The door opened into a living room where a black leather couch set against the kitchen wall, dark end tables on each side. A TV was mounted to the wall across from it and an entertainment center set underneath the TV for gaming consoles and the cable box. A small table and chairs stood against the far wall, easy access from the kitchen.

Bachelor, my ass. Not one pizza box or discarded shirt, anywhere. He’d obviously just been trying to make me feel better when he saw my dorm room.

I took this place over from Onyx. I haven’t changed anything.

I nodded.

Osian put our plates on the table.Sit down and finish your food.

A hesitant smile broke across my lips. I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to tease him. “Don’t tell me what to do.”

Osian smiled knowingly.Please.

I sat at the table and pulled my plate to me.

Do you want anything to drink?

“No, I’m okay.”

Osian nodded and sat, too.

My eyes flicked over him, his hair perfectly spiked around his horns, a firm jaw, clean features, and a T-shirt stretched over his muscular chest. The gray skin and lack of nose barely registered. He’d be a handsome human — when I could see it, he was a handsome human. Another surge of desirepulsed through me. I tried to ignore it, and subtly clutched my belly when it caused a cramp.

“We need to talk,” I said.

Osian cleared his throat.Eat first. We can talk once you’re fed.

I frowned. “Once I’m fed? Don’t you have to eat, too?”

I don’t need to eat. But because I don’t need to, doesn’t mean I don’t like to. I’m more concerned about you. You must eat.

I guess I could understand that. Nodding, I picked up my fork and took my first bite of mashed potatoes.

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