Chapter 9Rue swallowed and swallowed and swallowed. He buried his nose in Noah’s chest. He smelled of shampoo and clean sweat, and Rue breathed in deeply. When Noah moved, Rue curled his fingers in the fabric of his T-shirt, which made him still.
A second later, Noah curled an arm over his shoulders. He heard them speak. Noah’s chest vibrated now and then, but his brain didn’t register any words.
Madeline. It had to be Madeline. No one else had hair like that, did they?
Chaton hissed, which had Rue yank his head away from Noah and look around. Asher was reaching for him, and before Rue could think, he pushed at Noah and placed himself between Chaton and Asher.
It took a second for him to realize Asher was looking at Chaton with concern—he wasn’t about to attack. Then Asher’s expression
