Page 70 of Court of Evil

That gets them moving, the door shutting behind them. “It’s okay. They are gone,” I murmur, lifting the covers. She lifts her head, and I kiss her rosy lips softly.

“Go shower, Isabella,” I tell her, smacking her hip. “I’ll order you some food and have a talk with my boys.”

Climbing from bed, I dress and head out, giving her some privacy. She’s been through a lot recently, and she will need that time. Crossing my arms, I face my men, who all sit on the sofas across from me, blinking innocently.

Tem pouts. “She got to play with you.”

“She got to taste you before I did,” Addeus mutters.

“And me,” Ronan adds.

“I’ve tasted her. She’s delicious,” the fae comments.

Jarek looks between them and me. “I’d like to find out.”

I slash my hand through the air. “Do not embarrass her. She has been through enough. I mean it or no one will be tasting me again because you’ll be dead.”

“Fine,” they mutter.

“Is she staying with us?” Ronan asks. “A succubus could be helpful.”

“I don’t know. That’s her choice. It will be dangerous where we’re going, and she might want peace.” I head to the coffee maker and ignore the way my gut twists at the idea of losing Isabella. She isn’t mine in any way, but I feel protective of her.

Sitting down with them, I nurse my coffee as they talk amongst themselves.

I expect Isabella to come out shyly and meekly, but she stomps out, looking defiant, daring them to shame her or make her scared.

That’s my girl.

“Coffee?” Tem hops up. “I learned how to make it today.”

“Er, sure.” She sits on the sofa, eyeing us all. “So what are you, like, a monster team?”

“I like her.” Ronan nods. “She stays.”

“No.” I laugh, ignoring him as usual. “Just . . . thrown together.”

“Okay, so are you all monsters?” She looks us over once more.

Ah, that’s right. We didn’t make introductions.

“That is Tem. He’s a tempest,” I tell her.

“Mistress rescued me.” He smiles and hands her the coffee. Surprising me, she takes it.

“This is Ronan, and he’s a ghost. I had no choice,” I continue.

He grins. “I’m her stalker.”

“This is Addeus.” I nod at the big vamp trying his best to be as small as possible and squeeze next to me.

He inclines his head to her. “Tate rescued me as well.”

“Me too,” Jarek adds. “I’m Jarek, a warlock.”

“This is . . . the fae.” I shrug, still having no better way to introduce him. Maybe I should name him like a stray puppy.

“She woke me up and fed me.” He smirks. “She’s delicious, isn’t she?”

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