favorites, and it was usually something we saved for special
occasions, simply because the price was so high these days. “What are we celebrating?”
“Nothing,” he said, his eyes twinkling as he all but danced out the door.
I scrambled out of bed and threw on some clothes. Something was going on, and I needed to find
out what. Liander was setting side plates down on the table, but he glanced up as I walked in, a
smile he couldn’t quite control dancing about his lips.
“Okay,” I said, glancing from one to the other. “What are you two up to?”
“Nothing,” Liander said. His hair was plain silver today—no garish highlights, no glitter. It
sharpened his features and made his silver eyes glow. “And everything. Sit down for
dinner.”
He disappeared back into the kitchen, leaving me with my oddly euphoric brother. It had me
stumped, because it had to be something big for them to be reacting this way, and yet there was
only one thing that I knew of that could make Liander this happy.
Only it was the one thing I’d thought my brother would never, ever do.
I met his gaze and said, “Don’t tell me you’ve finally agreed to fully commit to the
man?”
A loud snort echoed from the kitchen. Rhoan merely grinned.
“Then what the hell are you two so giddy about?” Another reason hit me, and my stomach dropped.
“God, you haven’t bought a place of your own, have you?”
Some of his happiness faded. “You don’t really think we’d do that to you, do you?”
I took a deep breath to calm the hammering of my heart. “No.”
“Good, because we wouldn’t. Ever. And don’t expect that you and Quinn can get away from us,
either. We’re a pack now, whether he likes it or not.”
“This whole pack equation doesn’t come easily to a vampire,” came Quinn’s dry comment, “but I am
slowly getting used to the idea.”
My heart leapt at the sound of his softly lilting tones, and I swung around. He was standing in
the doorway, one hand on the doorknob and a smile twitching his oh-so-kissable lips. His gaze met
mine and, as ever, I felt myself getting lost in those gloriously dark depths. Kye might be what
my wolf had hungered for, but this man—this vampire—was everything else. He was my night and my
day and my heart, and I didn’t want to lose him.
But that possibility was a malignancy that lingered in the background of everything we did,
everything we planned.
Because of Kye.
Because none of us knew whether the pull my wolf felt for her soul mate would in the long run be
stronger than the pull I felt for Quinn.
He closed the door behind him and walked toward me, a dark-haired vision of male perfection in a
gray suit. I bounded toward him, wrapped my arms around his neck, and dragged his luscious lips
to mine. As kisses went, it was pretty delicious.
“Missed you,” he said softly, when we finally parted.
“And we’re missing dinner,” Rhoan said dryly, “so get over here and eat.”
“You won’t let him eat at the dinner table,” I said, grinning as Quinn draped an arm around my
neck and guided me over to the table. His fingertips brushed my breast, sending little surges of
desire coursing through my body, and I momentarily debated dragging him off to the
bedroom.
Then the smell of roast lamb hit my nostrils, and hunger won out.
“That’s because it’s not polite to get orgasmic at the dinner table if you’re not sharing the
sensation,” Liander said, placing a plate of food down in front of me and a pack of synth blood
in front of Quinn. “And Quinn keeps insisting he doesn’t do guys.”
“Not unless it’s an absolute do-or-die situation,” Quinn agreed.
I raised my eyebrows as he pulled out a chair for me. “So you have done guys?”
“As I said, it’s not my preferred option.” He kissed my nose before sitting down
himself.
“That’s not what I asked.”
A smile touched the corners of his luscious lips. “Yes, I have taken blood
occasions, simply because the price was so high these days. “What are we celebrating?”
“Nothing,” he said, his eyes twinkling as he all but danced out the door.
I scrambled out of bed and threw on some clothes. Something was going on, and I needed to find
out what. Liander was setting side plates down on the table, but he glanced up as I walked in, a
smile he couldn’t quite control dancing about his lips.
“Okay,” I said, glancing from one to the other. “What are you two up to?”
“Nothing,” Liander said. His hair was plain silver today—no garish highlights, no glitter. It
sharpened his features and made his silver eyes glow. “And everything. Sit down for
dinner.”
He disappeared back into the kitchen, leaving me with my oddly euphoric brother. It had me
stumped, because it had to be something big for them to be reacting this way, and yet there was
only one thing that I knew of that could make Liander this happy.
Only it was the one thing I’d thought my brother would never, ever do.
I met his gaze and said, “Don’t tell me you’ve finally agreed to fully commit to the
man?”
A loud snort echoed from the kitchen. Rhoan merely grinned.
“Then what the hell are you two so giddy about?” Another reason hit me, and my stomach dropped.
“God, you haven’t bought a place of your own, have you?”
Some of his happiness faded. “You don’t really think we’d do that to you, do you?”
I took a deep breath to calm the hammering of my heart. “No.”
“Good, because we wouldn’t. Ever. And don’t expect that you and Quinn can get away from us,
either. We’re a pack now, whether he likes it or not.”
“This whole pack equation doesn’t come easily to a vampire,” came Quinn’s dry comment, “but I am
slowly getting used to the idea.”
My heart leapt at the sound of his softly lilting tones, and I swung around. He was standing in
the doorway, one hand on the doorknob and a smile twitching his oh-so-kissable lips. His gaze met
mine and, as ever, I felt myself getting lost in those gloriously dark depths. Kye might be what
my wolf had hungered for, but this man—this vampire—was everything else. He was my night and my
day and my heart, and I didn’t want to lose him.
But that possibility was a malignancy that lingered in the background of everything we did,
everything we planned.
Because of Kye.
Because none of us knew whether the pull my wolf felt for her soul mate would in the long run be
stronger than the pull I felt for Quinn.
He closed the door behind him and walked toward me, a dark-haired vision of male perfection in a
gray suit. I bounded toward him, wrapped my arms around his neck, and dragged his luscious lips
to mine. As kisses went, it was pretty delicious.
“Missed you,” he said softly, when we finally parted.
“And we’re missing dinner,” Rhoan said dryly, “so get over here and eat.”
“You won’t let him eat at the dinner table,” I said, grinning as Quinn draped an arm around my
neck and guided me over to the table. His fingertips brushed my breast, sending little surges of
desire coursing through my body, and I momentarily debated dragging him off to the
bedroom.
Then the smell of roast lamb hit my nostrils, and hunger won out.
“That’s because it’s not polite to get orgasmic at the dinner table if you’re not sharing the
sensation,” Liander said, placing a plate of food down in front of me and a pack of synth blood
in front of Quinn. “And Quinn keeps insisting he doesn’t do guys.”
“Not unless it’s an absolute do-or-die situation,” Quinn agreed.
I raised my eyebrows as he pulled out a chair for me. “So you have done guys?”
“As I said, it’s not my preferred option.” He kissed my nose before sitting down
himself.
“That’s not what I asked.”
A smile touched the corners of his luscious lips. “Yes, I have taken blood
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