freaking gross, man. Dog poop.”
Jack scratches his head. “No, dude. That’s, like, molten chocolate. Yesterday was Valentine’s remember? Maybe some chick dropped a slice.”
“Idiot. It’s poop.”
Jack snorted. “You need glasses, dude. That’s clearly chocolate.”
Jim crouched down in one knee. “Let me prove to you it’s dog poop.” He stuck one finger into the puddle----
Lysander winced, realizing where the joke was heading. “Misty---” He paused, half-exasperated and half-amused when he realized Misty was already giggling.
“This is good, really, just let me finish it,” Misty insisted even as she tried to stop herself from giggling. She resumed with her joke.
Jim brought the stuff into his mouth for a taste. “Blech! I told you it’s poop! Check it out if you don’t believe me.”
She pretended to do what Jack did, bringing one finger to her mouth.
Even though Lysander’s body was rocking with silent mirth, he had an immediate erection with how unconsciously seductive Misty’s pose was.
Jack crouched down as well and dipped his finger into the puddle. He grimaced after tasting. “You’re right. It is poop.”
Misty made a disgusted face as she pretended to be Jack. Lysander struggled to keep his laughter in control.
They stood up, Jim shaking his head in relief. “Good thing we didn’t step on it, right?”
The punchline took him completely by surprise and Lysander laughed, a sound that was completely genuine and extremely…male.
Misty blinked at the sound. This time, she blurted out, “Are you really gay?”
Lysander let his laughter die naturally even though he was tense inside, knowing he had to tread carefully or all his plans would go to hell with just one wrong word. He snapped his fan open again and adjusted his lace cuffs.
When he finally met Misty’s gaze, Lysander knew what he had to say. “I’m sorry if my homosexuality offends---”
She gasped in dismay. “Oh, no, no.” She shook her head vehemently while mentally berating herself for even asking a question. “I’m sorry if I made you think like that. I totally have nothing against your homosexuality. I mean, Daryl and Milo and I get along with each other very well.”
Realizing she was babbling, Misty sent Lysander an entreating glance.
He took pity on her. “It’s all right, Misty. As long as you are truly fine with who I am?”
In answer, she tiptoed and placed a shy kiss on his cheek.
He froze at the touch of her lips, the heat uncurling in his body at that innocent gesture stunning him. And when she smiled up at him, the innocence in her eyes challenged his very ability to think straight. This woman was…dangerously addictive.
Fuck.
Lysander had a feeling that he had just bitten off more than he could fucking chew.
Chapter Four
“So…this is it.” Misty’s arm was beginning to ache at the lace parasol she was holding high to accommodate Lysander’s height. He had very gently told her that if she wanted to make amends, she would have to help shield his delicate skin from being burnt by the heat the realm’s shield generated.
Gay men, Misty thought with a sigh. They were so high-maintenance! How he had supposedly slain a hundred vampires as a child was completely beyond her. What did he do? Fan them to death?
The courtyard was filled with the growing number of Faeries who had signed up to be soldiers of their race. The growth rate was impressive but Misty knew that compared to the number of warriors Lyccans had – and the number of merciless vampire assassins they had to face – the number before her was still pathetically scarce.
Swords fell more times than they clashed, wielded by arms clearly unused to fighting. Laughter rather than shouts filled the courtyard for the Faeries had lived in an age of peace for so long they had forgotten the horrors of
Jack scratches his head. “No, dude. That’s, like, molten chocolate. Yesterday was Valentine’s remember? Maybe some chick dropped a slice.”
“Idiot. It’s poop.”
Jack snorted. “You need glasses, dude. That’s clearly chocolate.”
Jim crouched down in one knee. “Let me prove to you it’s dog poop.” He stuck one finger into the puddle----
Lysander winced, realizing where the joke was heading. “Misty---” He paused, half-exasperated and half-amused when he realized Misty was already giggling.
“This is good, really, just let me finish it,” Misty insisted even as she tried to stop herself from giggling. She resumed with her joke.
Jim brought the stuff into his mouth for a taste. “Blech! I told you it’s poop! Check it out if you don’t believe me.”
She pretended to do what Jack did, bringing one finger to her mouth.
Even though Lysander’s body was rocking with silent mirth, he had an immediate erection with how unconsciously seductive Misty’s pose was.
Jack crouched down as well and dipped his finger into the puddle. He grimaced after tasting. “You’re right. It is poop.”
Misty made a disgusted face as she pretended to be Jack. Lysander struggled to keep his laughter in control.
They stood up, Jim shaking his head in relief. “Good thing we didn’t step on it, right?”
The punchline took him completely by surprise and Lysander laughed, a sound that was completely genuine and extremely…male.
Misty blinked at the sound. This time, she blurted out, “Are you really gay?”
Lysander let his laughter die naturally even though he was tense inside, knowing he had to tread carefully or all his plans would go to hell with just one wrong word. He snapped his fan open again and adjusted his lace cuffs.
When he finally met Misty’s gaze, Lysander knew what he had to say. “I’m sorry if my homosexuality offends---”
She gasped in dismay. “Oh, no, no.” She shook her head vehemently while mentally berating herself for even asking a question. “I’m sorry if I made you think like that. I totally have nothing against your homosexuality. I mean, Daryl and Milo and I get along with each other very well.”
Realizing she was babbling, Misty sent Lysander an entreating glance.
He took pity on her. “It’s all right, Misty. As long as you are truly fine with who I am?”
In answer, she tiptoed and placed a shy kiss on his cheek.
He froze at the touch of her lips, the heat uncurling in his body at that innocent gesture stunning him. And when she smiled up at him, the innocence in her eyes challenged his very ability to think straight. This woman was…dangerously addictive.
Fuck.
Lysander had a feeling that he had just bitten off more than he could fucking chew.
Chapter Four
“So…this is it.” Misty’s arm was beginning to ache at the lace parasol she was holding high to accommodate Lysander’s height. He had very gently told her that if she wanted to make amends, she would have to help shield his delicate skin from being burnt by the heat the realm’s shield generated.
Gay men, Misty thought with a sigh. They were so high-maintenance! How he had supposedly slain a hundred vampires as a child was completely beyond her. What did he do? Fan them to death?
The courtyard was filled with the growing number of Faeries who had signed up to be soldiers of their race. The growth rate was impressive but Misty knew that compared to the number of warriors Lyccans had – and the number of merciless vampire assassins they had to face – the number before her was still pathetically scarce.
Swords fell more times than they clashed, wielded by arms clearly unused to fighting. Laughter rather than shouts filled the courtyard for the Faeries had lived in an age of peace for so long they had forgotten the horrors of
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