Page 74 of Eat You Alive (Court Legacy 4)

I closed my eyes. “Just a few hours. Like I said, it’ll be good.”

Go to sleep, Red.

I heard no movement, though, and when I opened my eyes, she was smiling. She waved a hand. “Come on.”

“What?”

“Comeon.” She eased back on the bed and under her bedding. “There’s plenty of room up here. Especially if you’re only going to be in here for a few hours.”

I got up on my elbows. “You want me in your bed?” That didn’t feel like a good idea...

Turned around, Fawn’s shoulders bumped in laughter. “I don’t necessarilywantyou in here, but since you are, you don’t need to lie on the floor.” She shifted, facing me. “Besides, I’m not going to be responsible for your back hurting.”

A twitch hit my eyes, but she didn’t stay facing me long enough to see it. She just got back on her side, and using a hand, she flattened the other side of the bedding out.

“You can lie on top,” she said, creating that distance between us. Not disagreeing with the need for that, I did get up. I returned the pillow to the bed, and the mattress dipped when I got on.

My feet hung off the side, her queen smaller than my California king. “Night, Red.”

“Night.”

I watched her. Though, I didn’t know why or what I was waiting for.

Go to sleep yourself.

I turned off the light but had no intention of sleeping. I wasn’t sleeping a lot these daysbecauseof my back. It ached sometimes.

Something told me she knew that.

CHAPTERTWENTY-FIVE

Ares

The storm hit sometime after I closed my eyes. I’d fallen asleep.

Well, would you look at that…

I guess I could sleep, stretching. I shifted under the torrents of rain hitting the roof, and it took me a second to realize it hadn’t been the actual storm or even my back to wake me up.

Red’s shoulders shook.

She hugged them beside me, her arms tight around herself. A clap of thunder hit, and those shakes hit her body harder.

“Red…”

She stilled, a gasp in her voice. “What, Wolf?”

Agitation touched her raw voice. Her tone was as thick as it was emotion-filled, and I’d definitely heard her crying a second ago.

It’d woken me up.

I edged close. “You okay?”

This was a stupid question, of course. She’d been crying, and upon another thunderclap, her hand tightened on her body.

“Fine,” she lied, pressing her face into the pillow. “I’m fine.”

She wasn’t, and that was obvious. I leaned up on my elbow. “You scared of storms?”

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