Page 78 of The Wolf King's Mate

“Have the spies dodged any sticky situations yet?” I asked him.

“They already took down a few enemy agents,” he said, with a straight face. “The British government is after them now. They’re trying to figure out why. Someone obviously betrayed them.”

I bit back a grin.

Hearing such a big, attractive man talk about a spy book was just… well, fun.

And maybe a little sexy on top of it.

“Has the fae king fucked the human yet?” he asked.

“Not technically. I’m wondering if they’re going to hold out until the end. It’s gottenreallyclose though.”

“Annoying.”

“I like the build-up.”

“Do you?” His gaze moved slowly down my figure.

Oops.

“I can help you cook,” I said, rising to my feet when he’d looked back to the vegetables he was washing.

“No. Sit down and rest your ankle, Princess.”

“I’m still not a princess.” I limped around the couch. Most of the tenderness was gone, but the boot was a pain to lug with me. “It’s been twenty-four hours. I should be able to take this thing off.”

“Leave it on. Clay sent me a picture of your ankle, and it looked terrible.”

I stepped into the kitchen, and Enzo lifted me right up onto the countertop without batting an eye. “You and your brothers are annoyingly close.”

“So?”

“So, you need to stop teaming up on me. It’s rude.”

“Something tells me you would do the same thing with Fletcher if he was involved.”

“Of course I would. He’s my twin, and my best friend.” And I needed to talk to him about whether or not he’d found a pack, before Enzo distracted me again.

“Then you understand why my brothers and I are the way we are.”

Enzo and I were sort of becoming friends, but the possibility of forming a mate bond made things different between us. I didn’t know whether it was good different, or bad. Maybe time would tell.

“Give me the carrots. I can rest my foot and cut them at the same time.” I held out my hand for the knife he was using, and the bag of carrots behind his cutting board. The bowl of pieces he’d already chopped was next to me.

“I can do it just fine.”

“You’re being ridiculous, Enzo. Let me help.”

“If you want to be useful, you can take off your sweater so I have something nice to look at while I cook.”

I scowled at him and grabbed a chunk of carrot from the bowl, tossing it at his face. It bounced off his cheek, and I froze.

Things had gotten casual between us, but he was still the Wolf King. He could still rip me into little tiny pieces, and?—

He laughed. It was a loud, booming laugh that filled up the room and made me fight a grin.

It was a nice laugh.

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