Page 3 of Cathmoir's Sons

“Shurrup. You’re making me cry.”

“You made me cry first.”

“You.”

“That’s the best you can come up with, Professor Theodora Anne Nowak-Tate-Wilson-Miller-Dùbhghlas?You?”

“That’s right. Go to sleep.”

“You,” I say.

She laughs and cuddles close. Blanketed by Larissa on one side and Teddy on the other, I close my eyes and let myself drift.

Chapter 2

The Holly King’s Treat

LUCA

“Get her back,” I tell my twin.

He groans and rolls over in his bed. He only got in two hours ago, as dawn broke on one of the shortest days of the year. He took a bath to get rid of the ice stuck between his toes and climbed into bed. I don’t think he’s eaten all day.

He clutches at the white bandage wrapped around his ribs and groans again. “Does it seem like I’m not doing enough? I don’t see you sitting in the Mother-blighted snow for hours while she ignores you.”

“If she’s ignoring you, then no, you’re not doing enough,” my boyfriend observes.

Law groans a third time and pulls a blanket over his head.

Rhodes offers me a coffee cup from the tray perched over his lap. He’s in my bed—where he belongs—while Law’s in his own bed across the room. Where Law won’t listen to anyone and disappears for whole days even though he’s supposed to be on bed rest while he recovers from a collapsed lung and losing ridiculous amounts of blood, Rhodes is taking hisrecovery seriously. He’s been up to stretch and take short walks. Otherwise, he’s been in my bed, resting and recovering.

Well,mostlyresting. But we’ve been careful not to do anything too strenuous while he heals.

I sip my coffee and give my twin the hairy eyeball. “Law?”

He sticks his fist out of the covers, his middle finger extended.

“Fuck you too. Now tell us the plan.”

“What plan?” he groans.

“To get her fucking back,” Rhodes snarls at him. “One minute she was telling me she loved me so much she’d returned from true death to fight beside me and the next minute she was calling me an adolescent and telling me to go back to school. I’m still hazy on what the fuck happened between those two events, but this I do know, Law. It’s your fucking fault.”

Law’s wrist rotates until his middle finger is pointed at Rhodes.

“You’re an asshole, Law,” Rhodes snaps. “You deserve every damn thing she does to you.”

“Pot. Kettle. Black,” Law growls back at my boyfriend, without lowering his finger or emerging from under the blankets. “You lied to her just as much as I did.”

“No, Law. I never pretended to be her fucking pet.”

“That is the thing that made her so upset she puked,” I point out helpfully.

Law sticks his other fist out of the blankets, his middle finger extended at me.

“Uh-huh,” I sneer at my twin. “So, plan?”

“I have no plan. I have no fucking idea what to do,” Law groans.

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