The door to the infirmary flew open with a bang. Keaton stood there, bent at the waist trying to catch his breath. Tristan growled, using his body to shield me. Silas was on his feet, staring Keaton down.
“My wife…said…if I don’t…get down here…she’ll withhold…sex for a month,” he gasped.
“If you don’t give us a moment, you won’t be able to do anything for a month,” Tristan responded, his voice low. Keaton just shook his head, still sucking air.
“I’m more scared…of her…than you.” I giggled and Tristan looked down at me, an annoyed look on his face. My hand quickly covered my mouth but I was still giggling.
“Do you find something amusing, my Queen?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. I shook my head but I couldn’t stop laughing. All the anxiety and tension of the past few days finally bo
