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Seeing that we all felt the same way, she frowned, and it nearly broke my heart. I never liked seeing Kinley upset.
She gave a tiny sigh as her shoulders sagged. With a slight flick of her wrist, she washed away the manipulative charm she had been holding over the man, and awareness flooded his eyes as her spell over him dissipated.
“W-what… where am I?” he stuttered out.
Rook helped him up onto his feet, wrapping an arm around his shoulders as he began to lead him out of the room. He could be heard feeding lies to the confused man. “I’m telling you, lad, whatever was in those pills you shared was potent, yeah? You’re into some kinky ass shit. But it was some of the best sex of my life, I’ll tell ya.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
After Rook filled Wolff’s mind with all sorts of stories about their explicit pleasures, even using his trickster powers to help solidify his memory, I was left without a pet to keep me company. Was it so wrong to want a critter to cuddle and obey me?
It was also pissing me off that things were turning into a three against one situation in my own damn home. As it were, Rook and Atlas were both here nearly all the damn time. To have Sylas coming around more frequently was not making my life any easier as they all seemed to band together as one dysfunctionally functional unit.
I was grateful that Sylas only popped in and out of here at his cantankerous leisure, or else I’d have three headstrong men all over my ass twenty-four-seven. Although, the thought of that wasn’t entirely unpleasant if Sy wasn’t such a goddamn stubborn, self-righteous asshole.
“Are you just going to sit there and pout all day?” Sy’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts as I sat there on the center cushion of my sofa.
Giving him a cross look, I crossed my arms in front of my stomach. “I bought all this stuff for Wolff. Now, what am I going to do with it?”
Atlas sank down onto the cushion next to me, his arm draping around my shoulders as he tugged me against his side. His body was warm enough to take the edge off my foul mood, but only slightly.
“Kinley,” he murmured as he reached over and his fingers grabbed my chin to turn my face towards him. “I know you’re disappointed, but given the circumstances, it was the right thing to do.”
“Since when have you been worried about therightthing to do?” My voice was laced with irritation. There was a point in time where the old Atlassian was more concerned about what I wanted than he was about therightthing to do. These days, he aligned closer to Sylas than the cambion I had grown to love. The one I didn’t approve.
There was a flicker of hurt across his grey eyes, quickly replaced with understanding.
“We’ll make it up to you, angel. I promise.” The pad of his thumb brushed across my lower lip, and I thought of all the rather sinful things I could demand of him.
As Rook returned to the living room, he clapped his hands together with a satisfied smile.
“Well, all that is taken care of. Who is up for some sandwiches?” A hopeful expression lit up his face. His hand came to rest on his belt, showing he was prepared to make a fresh batch.
A soft sigh escaped me, unsure that even one of Rook’s culinary specials could raise my spirits.
Sylas shook his head, grumbling to himself.
Noting my disinterest, Atlas dropped his hand away from my face. “Why don’t we all go out and get a bite to eat? Anything you want.”
“All of us?” I looked at Atlas questioningly and then over to the other two standing in my living room.
The first to respond was Rook. “I’m along for the ride, love.” He winked at me, his roguish smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
There was a bit of hesitation coming from Sylas. His voice was gruff but obliging. “As long as there is no more pet shopping.”
My pouty demeanor finally subsided as I thought about what I’d like to eat. When it popped into my head, my baby blues lit up with excitement as I sat up straight in my seat.
“I want a chocolate maple bacon sundae!” I declared.
I was met with surprised looks from all of them at the random selection of food.
Atlas patted my side before giving me a tender squeeze. “A chocolate…maple bacon sundae it is.”
It turnedout that the only place in Brixton that could handle my chosen sundae was on the other side of town, a small ice cream shop calledAnything But Vanilla.
I was the only unlucky one of the group who didn’t have the ability to justpoofmyself wherever I desired in the blink of an eye. It was a hell of an ongoing punishment for deciding not to live under Daddy’s roof — or cloud — anymore. Given that minor hitch, Rook volunteered to drive us all there in my car.
As Rook whipped into a parking spot along the sidewalk, he jammed on the brakes, sending us all lurching forward before rocking us back harshly into our seats.
