Cylan's hand still rested at my hip. My mouth tasted like him. I hadn't pulled back fast enough.
Shade stood in the doorway. He didn't look angry. He didn't move. He didn't speak. He just walked across the room and sat on the edge of the bed. "Explain."
Cylan didn't flinch. He leaned against the headboard and rested one arm behind me like it didn't matter who was watching. "You keep screwing up, it won't just be me next time."
I stared between them, caught on the sheer absurdity of the moment. No growling. No fighting. No lunging across the room to slam each other through furniture. That's what I expected from the two of them. It's what they always did. Push each other to the edge and act surprised when someone slipped.
Shade lifted his head, eyes on the floor. "Because I don't want to
