We spend the rest of dinner in silence while I pondered on the sleeping arrangement. I can’t sleep in here. I don’t trust myself, not with the bond acting all haywire.
“I’ll take the couch. It’s fine Elena. Stop stressing.” Axton growls angrily when one of the boys wakes. Axton sets his plate down, forgetting his dinner and wandering into the nursery. Picking up his empty plate and mine, I go to the kitchen to make a bottle and return to find Axton already has one. I groan, waving the bottle at him.
“There is a kitchenette in my office,” Axton says.
“You didn’t think to tell me that?”
“You were gone when I came out, and I have no mindlink with you. I wasn’t going to yell out to you and wake Bane.” He says, while Kyan fusses, not wanting the bottle. He is fussier than his brother, pre
