Page 257 of The Enslaved Duet

Cosima and I shared another look as the trio left the room and the air flattened like stale pop.

“Well,cazzo,” Dante said, shattering our shocked silence. “That was more sexual tension than I’ve seen since Elena first met me.”

Elena socked him in the arm and then laughed when Cage nodded in agreement.

We’d all had our fair share of romantic turbulence, and apparently, according to my meddling wife, it was time for Sebastian to finish out his.

I lifted an arm so she could fit into my side when she came to me and then pressed my lips into the fragrant hair over her ear to murmur, “I think I’ll have to punish you for that little stunt, my beauty. We were looking forward to a peaceful Christmas.”

The love of my life looked up at me out of the corner of her golden eyes, a cheeky smile creasing her cheek as she said, “Do you think the only reason I did that was for Seb? I was looking for a reason for you to punish me. I was tired of being good.”

“Ah,” I said as Aidon called out for me to look at his trains. “When everyone is tucked into bed, I’ll have to tuck you into the St. Andrews cross and remind you just what happens when you’re bad.”

The End.