the perfect choice.
A grand king-sized bed with tall columns of thick, carved mahogany reached up at each corner to a canopy of gossamer white curtains. The bed itself was laden with a golden-hued down duvet and even more pillows than Bianca liked to keep on her bed.
The chamber was gigantic, with a curved stone balcony at the far end overlooking the gently sloping hills and, far in the distance, the twinkle of the sea in moonlight.
A walk-in closet and bathroom that could fit two of my dorm room could be accessed through an archway at the other end of the room. I didn’t think there’d been any updates to the plumbing since the late nineteenth century, though. I’d have to fix that once I gained access to my father’s estate.
“This is your room?” Cal asked, stepping in behind me. His roaming gaze would’ve looked casual to anyone who didn’t know he was a predator.
I sat down on the edge of the bed. “Yeah. I like this one best. Most of the others have too much of my parents in there. It’s weird.”
Adrian followed us inside. “Ain’t no way I’d be sleeping in a dead guy’s room, either,” he said.
“Adrian,” Cal growled.
“No, it’s okay. He’s right. It’s super uncomfortable,” I said, getting back up from the bed. “There are two other guest rooms just down the hall that I was thinking you could use. They don’t have their own bathrooms, but they’re both really nice.”
Cal and Adrian shared a look. It was Adrian who spoke first, inclining his head to where I was just sitting. “I think that’s the biggest bed I’ve ever seen,” he mused.
“Yeah,” Cal agreed, coming closer. Each step he took while holding me hostage with a haughty stare made my stomach tighten more and more. “I think we’d all fit with plenty of room to spare…” He trailed off, stopping an arms-breadth away from me. “If you don’t mind sharing again.”
Do I mind?
Just having them this close made my magic sing. The veil of fog over my mind that came only when they were away had gone completely. Everything was in crystalline, sharp focus. The thought of sleeping in the same bed again made my face flush, recalling the heated dream I’d had the night Bianca had me dumped in their room after rescuing them from that warehouse. But I’d be the first to admit, even with the dream, that being that close to them had made for the best sleep I’d ever had.
And I didn’t think I’d slept more than five or six hours a night max since Lacey.
“No,” I said after a moment’s hesitation, looking away to try to conceal my blush. “I don’t mind.”
Cal reached over and lifted my chin. The callouses on his fingertips against my skin did strange things to my knees and the hairs on the back of my neck. I shivered, closing my eyes.
“There’s more here than just the bond of a witch and their familiar,” he said in a low voice, the deep bass of it vibrating behind my breastbone. I wasn’t sure if he was expecting a response, but I gave him one, anyway.
“How do you know?”
How could he know it wasn’t just the bond playing tricks on us? Messing with our emotions.
Adrian came to stand just behind me, his eyes hungry and glowing a vibrant gold. “The better question is, do you not feel it, too?”
He brushed his hands against my arms, running his fingers from my wrists all the way up to the nape of my neck and back down again. I shivered, that delicious ache I’d known only with Elias flooding me. It pooled low in my belly and made my chest heat with a violent flush. The words I’d spoken to Cal only days before rang true—whatever it was, whatever we had, felt complete with both of them.
Hell, of course, I can feel it, I wanted to tell him, but when Cal joined his brother, my mind fizzled out. He brushed a knuckle around my jaw and down my throat, then lower, between where my breasts were hardening from all the sensations coursing through me.
A low growl sounded from Cal’s throat, and when I opened my eyes again, I saw his were glowing. It made the beautiful green lighter than usual, the color like that of a newly budded leaf in springtime.
Adrian pulled my back against him and his heat bled into me even through the borrowed sweater I wore, eliciting another moan from