Page 46 of Tortured Royals

“Would it matter?”I muse back.

“Uh yes, asshole,”Shade answers for her.“Because if you have slept with either of them, this might not end well.”

I chuckle through the bond.“Asshole? I’m starting to think that’s a term of endearment.”

“Insult? Endearment? Who cares. Answer the question, demon,”Shade replies dryly.

“Hmmm are you always this demanding?”

Blake grins.“Oh, this is nothing. You wait until she’s hangry.”

“Hangry?”Mason asks.

“Angry because she’s hungry,”Alaric growls, then he scowls like he’s annoyed that he knows that.

“Yep, she gets attitude,”Blake adds, beaming at the assassin like she’s a teacher praising her pupil who just got the answer right.

“This is her without attitude?”Nate asks with amusement.

“Actually, I could use a snack,”Shade replies thoughtfully.“I forgot to bring the apricots.”

“Again?”Blake sighs.

“You’re avoiding the question,”Prince Callan cuts in.

“What question?”Shade asks.“Is this still about the apricots?”

The prince rubs the bridge of his nose.“No. The question of whether Dante has slept with either of these demons.”

Shade perks up again on Blake’s shoulder.“Oh righhhht.”

My mate and the others all look at me, and I give them a devilish grin. “No, I haven’t slept with them,” I say aloud, and the others all glare at me like I’ve just revealed a big secret.

“What?” Luna snorts.

I curl my arm around Blake and smirk. “The princess here, was just wondering whether she needed to teach you a lesson for daring to touch her mate.”

Luna raises a brow, not looking the least bit intimidated by the thought. “Oh, yeah no, Dante is like a brother to me. We grew up together, and the thought of that,” she uses her finger, making a circular motion toward my crutch, then points to herself, “near this?” She makes a disgusted face. “Yeah, it was never going to happen.”

She winks at Blake, and my mate grins, already won over by my friend.Typical.

Shade cackles in my head.“Ohhh I love this she-demon already. Can we keep her?”

“Is anyone else concerned that when we bonded we ended up not just sharin’ a mental connection with one female, but two?”Nate points out, indicating at Shade with his head.

Alaric, who’s next to him, punches him in the stomach and the shifter lets out an “Oof.”

“What? Don’t pretend you weren’t thinkin’ it,”Nate defends.

“That’s our mate’s friend,”Alaric growls.

Blake lifts a hand to her face to stifle her laugh.

“Someone blow Alaric a kiss. He needs a reward for that,”Shade chatters.“Mason?”

The centaur doesn’t even hesitate. He takes it one further and leans over like he’s about to peck Alaric on the cheek. Before he can, Alaric’s hand shoots out, gripping the male’s neck and stopping his lips from touching him. “No,” he growls and pushes him back.

“Holy crap,”Shade cackles.“He was really going to do that. Mason isdefinitelymy favorite.”

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