Lorcan & Evette

Chapter Forty-Three

He took her hand again and led her in the other direction, waiting for her nerves to calm. When he was convinced she was back to normal, he led her down to the dining table where Chronos was already waiting.

Both of them knew what was coming for her today. Lorcan was waiting for her response. Chronos would too, though he had nothing riding on it. He didn't understand why his brother wouldn't let it all go.

When he raised an eyebrow Chronos' way, Chronos nodded. Everything was in place. Now, it was all down to the witch.

"So you're talking to each other again," Chronos said, looking between the two of them. "After that argument, I wasn't so sure."

"Don't brother. Not today. We're past that." He threw the witch a glance as he said this. Definitely past it.

Beside him, she was a million different versions of hot and bothered.

After the bath, she'd taken her frustration out on him. He hadn't been complaining. If she wanted to burn off her annoyance with more steamy make out sessions, who was he to argue?

Be my guest.

Her kisses had tasted like wine. Her wet skin felt like fire. He'd tried to talk but she hadn't been listening.

Her touch gave him heaven.

Chronos nodded. "I see. So, has she agreed to stay yet?"

"She is right here."

"Not fully," Lorcan said. "Though I'm hoping with a little more convincing, she might change her mind."

Chronos looked at her carefully. "At what point do I start calling you sister?"

"You don't."

Lorcan smirked, dropping a hand down to her thigh. "I think he's asking when you're going to accept me as your man?"

"He's waited a long time for you," Chronos said. "All he'd ever dram on about a few hundred years ago was what you'd be like. It's cute the first few times. When you hear it every day for a hundred years, it starts to get annoying. Maybe hurry up and accept him. He's waited long enough."

"He hasn't waited for me," she said pointedly. "He's waited for a mate. That could've been anyone."

"Your mate's not very good with compliments, Lorcan."

"You're telling me." Then he began to pile food onto her plate, being certain to take a bite of every element. "I'm going to need you here at the end of the week Chronos. I'm taking her off plane for the full moon. We'll go back through the portal and wait it out. She's not ready for what comes with it yet."

"I'm right here, y'know."

He gave her thigh an acknowledging squeeze.

Before she could begin to sulk, Fenrir knocked on the door and her body tensed. Lorcan held her thigh a little tighter.

Fenrir came limping in, gaze sweeping across the table. Lorcan was going to have to handle him eventually. He doubted there was anyone else in the castle that made her so uncomfortable. The way his longing gaze lingered over her didn't sit right.

Having Fenrir around was sending the wrong message. Evie needed to know that this was a place she could call home. Somewhere she was supposed to be comfortable in. Fenrir was making that task impossible.

"A letter has arrived, my liege." He carried it over to the table, his gaze lingering on the witch for a moment too long. "Just this morning."

He handed it to Lorcan even though it didn't say his name. In big, swirly letters, the envelope read Evette.