Page 86 of Laid Bare

“Yeah. Okay… ummmm… Truth or dare?” I shift in my spot on the couch, tapping my chin.

“Who ya asking, pinky?”

“You.”

“Are you sure about that, snow? You’re pointing at both of us.”

Huh? It’s then I realize through blurry eyes that I’ve got two hands raised, and I am indeed pointing at them both. Well, shit. When did my other hand move?

“Just roll with it.” I roll both my wrists for emphasis. Or at least that’s what I hope I’m doing.

“Truth,” they both declare at the same time.

Really? This is the first time they chose it, and they choose it at the same time? One plus two does not make four here. Unless… I raise my brow. Maybe it does.

“Bro, I don’t think she can handle her Fae wine,” Zane snickers.

“Snow, what are you counting?” Pfft. I blow a raspberry. How can they not see I’m trying to make one plus two equal four? “Snow!”

“What?!”For fuck’s sake, he’s a pushy ass demon tonight.

“I’m not pushy, thank you very much. I’m just waiting for you to ask us a truth question.”

Crap. I think I said that out loud.

“You did.”

Double crap.

“Fine. Uhh… okay. I got it.” I sit up straighter, darting my eyes between them both. “What do you guys think of me?”

Fuck yeah. Good question, Bailey.

Thank you, Bailey.

“Bane, did she just thank herself?”

“I think she did, Zane.”

“You both shush,” my finger smooshes to my lips, “and answer the damn question already,” I mumble.

“Bailey, I…” Zane trails off, sharing a look with his brother.

Uh oh. I got first-named.

“Honestly, snow. I don’t think this is a fae wine kind of conversation we should have.”

“It’s fine.” I deflate, kicking myself. “You guys don’t like me, and you’re afraid the truth will hurt me more because of the wine. No biggie.” Real fucking biggie, but I refuse to admit that.

“Pinky, it’s not like that.”

“I’m a job. I understand it perfectly. Your turn.”

The big red demon makes me jump in my seat as he appears quickly in front of me, dropping to his knees. “You don’t understand, pinky. Not at all. We,” he waves at Bane standing behind him, “worry you won’t believe us in the morning when you wake up and think it was just the wine talking.”

“Try me.” Seriously… Try me with your forked tongues, your luscious lips, and those tails.

“We’re your mates, snow. Fated…mates.”

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