Page 101 of Act of Brotherhood
“If you want, I can kill him for you,” said Auberi. “Say the word.”
“Erm, thanks but let’s not go to that extreme just yet,” she replied.
Auberi winked again and then kissed the back of her hand.
She stared harder at him and snorted. “I feel like I’ve met you before.”
“You have,” said Garth. “Auberi and I were some of the men who raided the lab you were held in as a small child.”
“How old are you?” she asked.
Boomer laughed. “Older than your dad.”
She thought back to what Garth had told her about his age. “You’re really twelve hundred years old?”
“I am,” responded Garth.
Nicolette let go of Auberi’s hand and slid over to the side of the van, putting space between herself and Garth.
Boomer waggled his dark brows. “Looks like she’s not into older men.”
Auberi nodded to her. “Good girl.”
Garth reached out and snagged her, drawing her closer. He dipped his head and kissed her lips tenderly. “Beauty, I love you. You’ll warm to the fact I’m old soon enough.”
Nicolette jerked. “You just said you love me.”
Boomer laughed.
Garth nodded. “Because I do.”
“Stop it,” she protested.
His eyes crinkled with mirth. “I can’t. You’re irresistible.”
She looked at Auberi. “I’m rethinking the you-killing-him bit.”
Auberi beamed. “Good.”
“Lass, do you nae love him?” asked Striker, seeming overly curious on the matter.
She opened her mouth to say no but found the words wouldn’t come. She stared at Garth, thinking of everything they’d been through in a short period of time. She thought about how she’d instantly felt drawn to him. How she’d loved every second of the time she’d had with him.
No. You love him.
The reality hit her, and she sat up straight.
Garth winked. “Your secret is safe with me. And I kissed you but you didn’t kiss me back.”
She melted as he made a play off when they’d first met. She did love the man next to her. She took hold of his hand and squeezed it. “Are you okay?”
He lowered his gaze a moment, clearly following her meaning.
Grid.
“I will be,” he responded. “He couldn’t be allowed to go on. He’d caused enough devastation and destruction. It had to end, and it was evident he couldn’t stop himself.”
She leaned against him, squeezing his hand more. “I love you, Viking-Cupcake Dude.”
