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510 pages, Paperback
Published December 24, 2022
“So you gave me your basic stats, but what made me fall for you?”
The question caught me off guard. “I . . . um . . . I don’t actually know. It never really came up.”
His expression went from tender interest to disbelief. His brows dropped low, and his smile faded. “Then I failed as your mate.”
“What?”
“If you don’t know everything I love about you, I wasn’t doing my job as your mate. It’s simple. I should’ve made you aware of exactly how wonderful you are.”
His eyes moved to focus on something behind me. “I don’t want to wake her. Should we take this somewhere else?”
I followed his gaze, finding a candlelit balcony. “Are you trying to seduce me? Boundaries, Kingston. They’re important.”
“I call middle spoon,” I said, pulling on the stretchy shirt and loose pants. Alek came over to me and scooped me up.
“Then I’ll be the big spoon.”
“Can I be the fork?” Noah asked.
“Fork?” I asked with a snort.
“Yeah, so I can see your face and tangle my legs with yours. You know, like two forks facing each other?”
“Real romantic, man. You’re a regular Shakespeare,” Kingston said. “I love it. Yes, Noah, you can fork me whenever you want to.”
A soft rustling noise from the dark corner at the other end of my room had my pulse resuming its frantic pounding. I grabbed the nearest thing to me—Jake—and sent it flying in the direction of the disturbance.
“Fecking hell, Sunday. Do you regularly accost people with sex toys?”
“Caleb?”
“Well, it bloody isn’t Father Christmas now, is it?”
(…)
“You definitely don’t have the right frame to be Santa. When you laugh, do you say ho, ho, ho?”
He was mostly in shadow, but I could just make out his mouth as it twitched in the ghost of a grin. “No, I do not.”
“That’s right. Because you don’t laugh. You scold and scowl.”
“I laugh.”
I quirked a brow. “Sure you do. When you’re torturing people in that dungeon of yours.”
“All right, fuck face. Let’s head back to the house.”
“Already on my way, twatwaffle.”
“Twatwaffle?”
“Like that one, did you? The witch taught it to me.”
“Taught it to you? Or called you one?”
Tor grinned. “Same difference, really.”



