Page 54 of Scatter the Bones

Someone props the back door open, and I catch a glimpse of a black Harley trike with a black carriage behind it.Fuuuck.I was supposed to help Margot find that hearse funeral chopper setup and I totally bailed on her.

I shift, uncomfortable now that I’ve been reminded how badly I dropped the ball on something so simple. “You found one?” I nod toward the parking lot.

She tilts her head, glancing up at me. “Yes, thank you for the notes you left. They were helpful.”

If it were anyone else, I’d assume they were being sarcastic, but Margot seems sincere. Grateful even. She’s too sweet to tell me what a fuckup I am.

Wait until you tell her about Cain.

I shove that thought aside for the moment.

The hallway’s almost empty now. Outside, a motorcycle starts up. “You have earplugs?” I ask.

She slips her hand inside her pocket and pulls out a small, round purple case. “Yup.”

“Is the graveside service going to be long?”

“Probably. There were a few additional requests.”

I glance at the back door again. “I should probably get out there…” I don’t want to leave her side, though.

She leans up on her tiptoes and beckons me closer to whisper, “They asked guests to wear black and gray.”

Wolf Knight colors.

I run my gaze over her prim dark gray suit and silver blouse. She’s even wearing gray, low-heeled pumps.

“Usually, I would as well,” she says. “We try to fit in if the family has a ‘theme’ or requests certain attire but it felt wrong when blue and gray are the colors ofmyman’s club.”

The possessive way she refers to me as “her man” travels straight to my balls.I’m going straight to hell, not even a pitstop in purgatory.Even when she’s pissed at me, she’s worried about something like my club’s colors?

“But I didn’t want to antagonize a client, either.” She lifts her hand, tucking her hair behind her ear, showing off sparkling blue stones set in shiny white gold. “So, I’m wearing my sapphire earrings.”

I’m going to bury my face between her legs tonight and lick her clit until I’m drowning in her.

As if she senses exactly where my thoughts ran off to, a devilish smile curls her lips. “And blue undergarments.”

Fuuuck me.“Why are you trying to get me hard at a funeral?” I whine like a horny teenager. If we were anywhere else, I’d push the collar of her blouse aside to confirm. “You’re a naughty girl.”

“Who said they were for you?” she tosses over her shoulder, already walking away.

“You know damn well they’re for me,” I call after her.

She doesn’t turn around, but I swear I catch the faintest shake of her shoulders—like she’s laughing.

I hope she keeps that energy for our conversation later.

I hang back a second, then shove my hands in my pockets and head outside.

Rock and Teller are waiting on one end of the porch.

“Everything good?” I ask.

“Yeah.” Rock nods and steps away from the railing. “Girls are in the car out front. We’re just waitin’ up here until they sort out some stuff.”

I glance at the parking lot. Wrath and Dex are talking to Ulfric and another guy with a Wolf Knights cut. Mr. Cedarwood’s hovering near the trike, inspecting the casket’s placement. Margot’s nowhere in sight.

Finally, Wrath signals he’s ready for us.

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