Page 66 of Mystique of the Fallen
“Yeah, honestly, the more time you have, the better.”
“That’s what I was thinking. Will Alaric feel that way too, you think?”
“I can’t speak for him, but I imagine he’d be cautious. Text him. Tell him to go to Redmilla’s tomorrow night. You can pick his brain and get on the same page before your committee meeting.”
“The best thing about you, Roman, is that you’re not just a pretty face,” Grant teased, then blew him a kiss. “Thank you, I’ll do that.”
“You can reward me with some real kisses later.”
“Trust me, I think about kissing you all fucking day long.”
Roman chuckled. “Now you know what’s on my mind during the day. I fantasize about your mouth. And all the rest of you, baby.”
“They do to-go boxes here, right?”
“If you behave and stay here for dessert, I’ll let you pay for half of dinner.”
Grant laughed heartily. “Oh, Roman. You’re hilarious. I was always going to pay for half of dinner.”
Delighted that Fate had created a man who was strong, thoughtful, and sexy, Roman smiled. Grant was the other half of Roman’s soul. The piece of him that had been missing for so long. And each day since Grant’s resurrection, more affection for him grew in Roman’s heart. Unfortunately, there was still a bit of the past that needed to be reconciled. But when would the right time present itself?
Chapter 24
Anoise pulled Grant out of sleep. He wasn’t sure what it was, but he was annoyed. Determined to return to slumber, he snuggled closer to Roman and pressed his lips to his mate’s bare shoulder. As much as he adored being in bed with Roman, the buzzing sound continued ruining everything, and he scowled as he buried his face in Roman’s back.
“Grant,” Roman grumbled, his voice scratchy.
“Shhh, I’m sleeping,” Grant slurred.
“Wake the fuck up,” Roman barked.
Startled by his abruptness, Grant sat up and rubbed his eye. “What’s wrong?”
“Can’t you hear the fucking phone?”
“Is that the noise I’m hearing?”
“For fuck’s sake,” Roman muttered. Roman shifted beside Grant and poked him with the phone. “Answer it or I will.”
“Don’t have to be so grumpy about it,” Grant mumbled. It took a second for his brain to remember how to use the device, but eventually, he accepted the call. “Valerius.”
“Should you not be answering with your title? As I understand it, fallen knights never miss an opportunity to use them.”
With so much of his gray matter still firmly planted in the idea of cuddling against Roman, it took Grant a moment to place the voice on the other end. “Alaric?”
“We have a situation on the east coast which requires the presence of the supervisor on duty. Some of your fallen knights are here, but I asked for the chance to call you myself. I rarely get the chance to wake up Venerable Knights.”
“Okay.”
“Are you going to get dressed and get your ass over here?”
“I’m glad you’re not my boss, if that’s your attitude,” Grant grumbled.
“You would be lucky to find yourself a sentinel.”
Since Grant was already aware of Alaric’s penchant for finding any reason to discuss sentinel superiority, he rolled his eyes. “Send me a photo, I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
“Report to Grymmie. He is in charge of the scene.”
