Candace
"S-Strip?"
I hated that my voice was failing me. The order and the furious looks on their faces simply did not match.
Nothing about this felt real. Not the three naked men sprawled across my bed like predators waiting for prey, nor the frosty coldness burning in their eyes after the Moon Goddess had chained us back together.
"Are you fucking deaf?" Ryker snarled.
He shoved himself off the bed in one smooth motion, he stalked toward the dresser. He lifted the whiskey bottle to his lips, his signet ring flashing gold against the glass. His throat worked as he swallowed.
"Don't make me repeat myself," Ragnor said quietly.
That was worse somehow. Ragnor Pendragon had always been terrifying when he lowered his voice instead of raising it.
His eyes locked onto mine with the same intensity they used to hold whenever he cornered me beneath the orchard trees just to steal kisses from my mouth. Only now there was no warmth and no softness in them.
