at the other man, trying to gauge the seriousness of the suggestion. He was pretty sure Dylan had killed plenty of people in his time. Why should Destiny be any different? Except she was. And that thought almost made him tell Dylan to go ahead. Get rid of her before she became a problem. But he couldn’t do it.
“No.”
“I’m just putting it out there as an option,” Dylan said. “And since when did you get so squeamish?”
“I’m not being squeamish.” Well, maybe just a little. Those big, trusting blue eyes. He couldn’t bear to think of the light going out in them. She was so full of life. And he was in trouble.
“You want into her pants. I’ve seen the way you look at her.”
“No, you haven’t.”
Dylan ignored him. “It’s sweet really. If a little inconvenient.”
“Fuck off.”
Dylan snickered. “And we need to address the problem. Before it becomes a bigger problem. Uncle Rico won’t be happy if you mess up because you’ve got the hots for a pretty little blonde bit.”
Milo moved quickly, lunging forward and flattening Dylan against the tree behind him, a hand across his throat. “Which part of ‘fuck off’ don’t you understand?”
Dylan grinned, though his eyes flashed feral and a growl rumbled in his throat. Milo was sure he could take the wolf, though Dylan was alpha and stronger than most. Maybe a good fight was what he needed. If he wasn’t going to get a good fuck.
For a second, he stared into the other man’s face and saw the wolf stir behind his eyes, but the grin remained in place and Milo released his hold and stepped back. “Asshole,” he muttered, then shoved his hands in his pockets and walked on. “We’ll talk to her. She won’t give us away.” At least he didn’t think so. “And I can put up a few concealment spells, so if they do search this side of the lake, they won’t find her.” His magic should be good enough for that, though it was a little…unpredictable at the moment. The next bit he wasn’t so happy about, but it was sensible. “And we stay away for a few days. Stay where we’re supposed to be and visible. Do what we’re supposed to, and we find out what’s hidden beneath Luther’s castle.”
“Okay. Sounds like a plan.”
His eyes narrowed. That had been way too easy. “Would you have killed her?” he asked.
Dylan chuckled. He had a really annoying sense of humor. “Nah. Just wanted to see your reaction. Actually, I like her. If you don’t want her then I might just make a play myself.”
He was such a tosser. “I wouldn’t do that if I was you.” The words actually sounded quite reasonable.
“Why?”
“Because I’ll turn you into a fucking toad.”
Dylan laughed again.
Ha ha. He was so funny. “It’s not a joke.”
They arrived at the entrance to the tunnels and came to a halt. He’d been expecting Destiny to be waiting and something tightened inside him. Maybe she was at the spaceship. He hadn’t told Dylan about that—he was going to let Destiny show him.
He took a step toward the entrance, but Dylan stopped him with a tap on his arm. He nodded his head toward the trees. Milo looked closer and there she was, sitting with her back against a large boulder, concentrating on the ereader in her hands, seemingly totally oblivious to their presence.
Dylan tiptoed up and grabbed the device. She gave a squeak and looked around, her eyes flashing past Dylan and settling on him. They were wide and wary. And she bit her lip.
“So what has got you so engrossed?” Dylan asked, glancing at the screen. A smile spread across his face and he looked at Milo and winked. “Fifty Shades of Grey.”
“She’s reading Fifty Shades of wanking Grey?”
“Hey, it’s educational and one of the bestselling books of the twenty-first century.”
Milo hadn’t actually read the book, but he’d heard enough about it. Some sort of BDSM crap. He cast the other man a dirty look, then turned to study Destiny. She was watching him, her eyes wide and her lips turned up in a smile.
“You kissed me,” she said. “And I felt strange. But now I know what it was. Desire.”
Behind them Dylan sniggered.
Milo had been feeling a little strange himself. His dick twitched at the memory.
Her smile widened. “I like reading. It is very educational. Thank you, both of you.” She held her hand out to Dylan. “Can I have my reader back? I want to finish