Page 98 of Ulune's Daughter

Luca gives me a sly glance from under his blond lashes. “You made a major mistake not coming to her opening,” he says.

I explode.

It’s been piling and piling on me for days. Finally making love—and it was making love, no matter how kinky it got—with the woman I’m falling for, then seeing her on top of that fucking smug dick and getting a lecture about how he can give her what she needs when I’m not sure I can. Confronting her in that fucking tomb of a museum and interrogating her about her kink—not my finest moment, I’ll admit, that thrice-damned exhibit of hers turns my head inside out—only to find out that sheagreeswith the smug dick and he’s giving her what she actually wants. Not even being able to tell her what he’s doing without exposing my own deception. And to top it off, Yan’s lost every fucking heat in the last two weeks so Bevvy’s dropped to second in the intercollegiate rankings and all Yan will say is that he’s not sleeping well.

Like I am? I can’t be where I most want to be: curled around Luca and Kellan. When I’m with Luca, I feel the hole where she belongs. Law offered to share her with me and now it’s all I can think about. Not sharing her with Law. He can get fucked. But I desperately want to share her with Luca. That’s where she belongs: between us.

Instead, she’s wrapped around that smug dick every night. While I’m too scared to push her for more than these stupid texts we’ve been exchanging.

“What the fuck am I supposed to do?” I roar at him. “Walk around with her on my arm and wait for someone to ask me how classes are going? Or where you are? Or for that smug fuck—” I point at Law who is strolling shirtless through the kitchen. “To out me?”

Law bares his fangs at me and continues to the refrigerator.

Luca leans back in his chair. He’s also shirtless, which ramps my blood even higher. Because no one can keep their fucking shirts on around here while eating breakfast.

“Law’s not going to out you because then you’ll out him,” Luca observes. “Liars have to stick together.”

Law hisses laconically at his brother while pulling out eggs, milk, and cheese.

“But having someone ask you about classes or where I am is definitely a risk,” Luca admits. “Maybe—shocker—it’s time for the two of you to come clean with our mate.”

Law and I shake our heads in unison.

“Not with things so up in the air between us,” I say.

Law hooks his thumb at me as he cracks eggs into a bowl. “What the human said. Things are delicate with our mate right now. She’s easily angered. Easily wounded. Some of that is surely the vacillation in the human’s attentions?—”

“Fuck you, Law!”

He looks at me over his shoulder and grins. I swear, I’m going to punch that smug smirk right off his face.

“Some of it is her coming into her power. It’s heady but frightening.” He grates cheese into the eggs, splashes in some milk, and whisks it together before pouring it into a pan. “On this we can agree, now is not the time.”

I glare at his back while he cooks the omelet. He folds it in half effortlessly and slides it onto a plate. He cuts it into three pieces with the spatula and puts the plate on the table in front of Luca. He pulls three more plates out of a cabinet and puts them on the table, then sits in front of one plate. He nods at the empty chair.

“That’s a peace offering, human,” he says.

I’m still going to punch him.

“Come on, Rho. He’s practically gold-plated it. And Law’s omelets are the best.” Luca helps himself to one piece and digs in.

Grudgingly, I sit and serve myself. Luca’s not wrong. Law barely ever cooks. That’s usually my job, although we get a delivery of pre-made meals from Cait House every few days as well. Allie, Luca and Law’s mother, wouldn’t ever let her boys go hungry. But when Law does cook, his food is ridiculously good.

“It’s all in the seasoning,” Law drawls, rolling his hips and abs.

I throw down my fork. “You fucker.”

“Yes, I fucked her. Many, many times,” he agrees. I’m going to kill him. “But that’s not what’s grinding on you, human. You can’t abide being wrong. You were wrong about what she needs. Admit it.”

“Fuck you.”

“Her fae blood is rising. She’s a child of night. Did you think a little spanking would satisfy a banshee?”

“She looked like she was feeding off you, Law,” I growl, finally admitting what’s been bothering me the most.

“Rho—” Luca begins.

Law holds up a hand. “Let him get this off his chest. If this has any chance of working he needs to understand our mate’s true nature.”

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