“I’m getting the impression he doesn’t like us,” White said, blowing out a puff of smoke. She flipped her cascade of pale hair over her shoulder. “I’m very okay with that.”
“What are you playing?” Synda asked, closing the distance and, without waiting for an invitation, plopping herself on Red’s lap.
Uncharacteristically patient, the dark-haired male with eyes of the cruelest blue settled her more comfortably against him and began to explain the game.
In that moment, Kane knew she couldn’t be the female for him, no matter that she was the keeper of Irresponsibility, and no matter what the Moirai had meant. He felt no sense of jealousy or possession.
Would there be consequences if she was the one and he blew her off? Maybe.
Did he care? No.
The woman in Danika’s painting had been blonde. White was also blonde, but while William’s daughter was lovely and strong, Kane absolutely despised her and that wasn’t going to change.
Tink, however, continued to interest him greatly. But if she was the one for him, why did he continue to ache when he neared her? And who was the blonde in the painting? What did she mean to him?
Kane pulled up a chair beside William, and forced Tink to sit in his lap. He wanted her nearby, wanted his hands on her to prevent her from running, and wanted to ensure every man knew to keep his grubby paws off her. The action ensured Kane received all three at once. Screw the pain, he thought. Yeah, it had bothered him less today, but now, he just flat-out didn’t care.
“How’d they get free of hell?” he asked, even as Disaster screamed a protest about the seating arrangement.
William shrugged his massive shoulders before tossing his cards on the table. He faced Kane. “I thought you could use a bit of help. You didn’t want your friends knowing what you were up to, so my own brood of vipers was my only option.”
“That tells me nothing.”
“Nor was it meant to. I sprang them early, and that’s all you need to know.”
“Fair enough. But answer me this. Why are you playing cards with them instead of helping me?”
Another shrug. “We heard about your engagement, and figured all was well.”
“You could have checked in.”
“Yeah. I could have, and I even thought about it. And it’s the thought that counts, right?”
“No. No, it’s not.”
William claimed a cigar from White, and took a drag. Smoke puffed around him as he said, “Clearly I have more faith in you than you have in yourself. You’re welcome.”
Ashes drifted from the cigar and should have fallen to the floor. Disaster ensured they fell on Kane’s arm and leg, burning little holes in his clothing and singeing his skin.
Tink pressed a hand against her heart. “That’s so sweet of you to say, sir. What a kind man you are.”
Kane looked at her and did a double take. She was serious, he realized, and she was gazing at William as if he were everything she’d ever wanted but had never really thought she could have. Razors of jealousy cut through Kane and calmed the demon.
“Did you hear stories about him, too?” he demanded.
“No. I can just tell you’re lucky to have a friend like him.”
“William’s not sweet,” he gritted. “I’ve seen the bloody results of his temper tantrums.”
“And I’ve heard of the bloody results of yours,” she quipped.
William beamed up at her. “I like you.”
“I’m glad, because I have a proposition for you,” she said to him.
“No, she doesn’t.” Kane squeezed her tight, silencing her.
“Go on. I’m listening,” William prompted.
“The night I left you in that club, I went looking for a key into Séduire,” Kane said before Tink could decide to talk over him. She was stubborn like that. “All the while, you clearly already had one.”
“Nah. I would have flashed here, but I had to buy one for my kiddies,” the warrior said.
“By buyhe means steal,” Red said, not even bothering to look over at them. “And by stealI mean kill for.”
Stated so simply, it was a testament to the hardness of the warrior’s heart. To the savage lengths these men would go to get what they wanted. Bring it.
“Your kids—” even saying the word in conjunction with the powerful warrior felt odd “—were okay with coming here and helping me?”
“Don’t be ridiculous.” Grinning all over again, William waved the question away. “You heard the part about the battle royale, right? No, they weren’t okay with helping you. I had to promise they could have a real down and dirty brawl with you, with blood and broken bones and maybe missing body parts. It’s going to be great!”
Tink melted against Kane, as if trying to use her body as a shield to protect him. The scratchy material of her uniform irritated his exposed skin. How could she stand wearing that thing?
Every glass on the table shattered, liquid spilling, warriors cursing.
“When is this fight to take place?” Kane asked, unperturbed.
“Have you not been listening to anything I’ve said?” William dabbed at the wet stain on his leg. “After the game.”
He thought for a moment. “I would love nothing more than to engage your spawn in a showdown. Tink—uh, I mean, Josephina—and I will be back by the time your game is through.” He actually wanted to take her shopping more than he wanted his revenge. She wasn’t going to wear rags while everyone around her wore riches.
Anyone who didn’t know Kane might have thought he planned to run away. But William knew him better than that. “And Tink is what you call her? Really? I would have chosen Ivanna B. Withwilly. What? It’s a good, solid name.”
Can’t respond to that. Will just encourage him.“Meanwhile,” Kane gritted, “the princess is your responsibility. Don’t let her get into any trouble.”
William thought for a moment, nodded. “You do remember that I like to sleep with my responsibilities, right?”
Yeah. He did. “I also know you’ll be tempted to throw her to the wolves once you get to know her, but don’t harm her or let anyone else do so, either.” The king would protest, and Tink would be liable.
“So...you’re saying you won’t mind if I seduce your future wife?”
“I wouldn’t mind, but I don’t want you to go that far. She could get in trouble, and they’ll try to make Tink bear the punishment. So, feel free to flirt with her, even make out a little, if she wants, but no more than that.” Synda would be amused, and stay out of trouble.
Two birds, one kinky stone.
William placed a hand over his heart. “I think you just moved to the top of my best-friend-forever list.”
Kane rolled his eyes, stood, and held out his hand. “You got a revolver or semi I can borrow?”
“Borrow? No. Pay to use for a short time? Yes.” The warrior slapped a .44 in his hand. “I’ll let you know the price tag later.”
“Thanks.” Kane stashed the weapon at the back of his waist and ushered Tink out of the bar. Chairs scraped the ground, and he knew the three males, and maybe even White, had just stood, intending to come after him.
He heard William say, “Settle down. He’s coming back, and then he’s yours.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
JOSEPHINA HAD NO idea what was going on. “Where are you taking me?”
“Shopping.”
“Shopping? Without Synda?”
“And then the fight,” he continued, as if she hadn’t spoken.
“But it’ll be three against one,” she squeaked.
“I know. It’s hardly fair for William’s kids, but they’re insisting so what can I do?”
They walked away from the black-haired devil with eyes so cold and Fae-like she’d known he would deliver a deathblow to a female without pausing to ask questions. He was the answer to her problems. Now, however, she looked back at him with dismay.
He winked at her.
She scowled at him. He was okay with Kane getting hurt, and that made him unacceptable on every level.