Page 36 of Whispered Warnings: Part Two

My gaze moves up, and I find him already looking at me. He winks, and it is far fucking hotter than it should be. I just smile. There’s no point pretending that I wasn’t checking him out because I obviously was.

“Nope, nothing,” Ransom says. “I keep thinking that I have found things that look the same, but when I put them near the actual text, it looks nothing like it.”

“I’m going to get a snack and stretch my legs,” I say as I get up. “Does anyone want anything while I’m up?”

The guys all reel off things that they want me to get and when Ransom sees the slightly panicked look on my face he grins.

“Would you like some help?”

I nod rapidly, “Yes, please. Not only am I not going to remember all of that, but I’m also not going to be able to carry it all.”

He smiles and stands up, “No problem. I could use a break anyway.”

We leave the library and head back to the kitchen. This house is so large that it’s going to take a while to get there, so my mouth obviously starts to run away with me.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” I ask in the silence and completely out of the blue.

Smooth Neith, really fucking smooth.

Ransom glances down at me, a sexy as fuck half smirk on his face, “No girlfriend.”

“Oh,” I reply just as smoothly as I asked the question. I figure since I am on a roll, I may as well continue. “What about the others?”

Ransom’s half smile widens, “We’re all single. Why Neith? Are you interested?”

His blunt question throws me a bit, and to be honest, my mouth takes over, “Who wouldn’t be?”

“In all of us?” he asks, something in his eyes that is telling me that my answer is important, but I don’t know why.

“Well, I . . .”

A knock at the front door interrupts what was sure to be a lengthy and rambling confession about how much I do like themand that despite the fact that my vagina wants them all, it’s probably not a good idea and that I have to tell myself that at least five times a day. Oh, and there’s the small issue that I am currently more human than supe, and having a relationship with supernaturals who are as strong as they are is not a good idea.

“Did someone just knock on the door?” I ask as soon as my brain catches up with what just happened.

Ransom nods, “I didn’t feel the wards trip.”

I sigh, “Oh, for fuck sake, another breach? At least they are polite this time, I suppose.”

Ransom chuckles, “No, nothing can get through the wards without me knowing. Which means whoever is at the door is someone from inside the wards.”

“Oh,” I say, as we both just stand there and look at the door. After a moment, I add, “Maybe one of us should answer it?”

Ransom jolts forward, “Shit yeah.”

His reaction makes me laugh and I follow him to the door. When he pulls it open though there is no one there.

“What’s that?” I ask as I point to a small box that looks like it has been wrapped in leaves and then secured with plant vines.

“It looks like a present,” Ransom says with a frown. I start to bend down to pick it up, but he stops me, “Don’t touch it. One, we don’t know who it’s from, and I know Winston said that the Scavengers were the only things to come through, but he might have been wrong, and I want to make sure we know who it’s from before you touch it.”

I nod, “Okay, that makes sense. What’s the second reason?”

“Accepting gifts from certain Fae creatures means that you are in their debt forever, and that is not something that we want,” Ransom adds.

Chapter Eleven

Neith

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