THE LUNA THEY’LL NEVER LOVE

7: DON’T ADMIRE THE SHEETS

PHEEONA.

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The room was empty.

I stood in the doorway for a moment, taking it in.

There was a connecting door that led to another room, one I was certain belonged to one of the cousins.

The afternoon light was coming through the windows at an angle that turned everything warm, catching the intricate details of the room.

I walked to the massive bed, my fingers splaying over the soft silk linens.

"Don't admire those sheets so much."

The voice came from my left, low and so masculine. It sent a shiver down my spine. "They'll look rather disastrous once we're through here."

I swallowed thickly, trying to calm my racing heart before I turned around slowly.

Vizellan was leaning against the wall beside the window with his arms folded across his chest, watching me with that same pale-eyed calm he'd had in the throne room.

The afternoon light caught the silver-white of his hair, making the man look downright ethereal.

Slowly, my gaze shifted as his cousins came into view.

Crowen came through the door, filling the doorway in a way that was simply a function of his size and the way he moved through space.

The ink on his forearms caught the light as he came further into the room.

Nashyn followed him in and closed the door, then leaned back against it with his arms loose at his sides, looking around the room once before his gaze settled on me with that expression that lived between amusement and something considerably more serious. "Nice room," he said conversationally. "Bigger than I remembered."

"You've been in here before?" I asked, before I could stop myself.

"We chose it," Vizellan said, from the wall. "Specifically for our wife.”

Oh.

I pondered that in silence as I stared at them.

They weren’t moving toward me. Instead, they idly watched me in the space they’d chosen for me.

There was no direction I could look without finding one of them, and the effect it was having on my body was something I was trying to manage with the remaining dignity I had available.

My wolf was no longer watchful. She had gone very, very attentive, paying complete attention to everything happening.

My heat, which had been easing for two days, reminded me with complete clarity that easing was not the same as gone.

Vizellan pushed off the wall.

He moved fluidly, covering the distance between the window and where I stood without appearing to hurry, and stopping close enough that the space between us became nearly non existent. Up close his eyes were a shade of blue so pale they were almost colorless, and they were fixed on me with an attention that made the room feel smaller than it was.

Crowen had moved too, coming around the foot of the bed, and Nashyn had left the door, and the three of them were close now.

My body responded to it with an enthusiasm that was almost embarrassing.

Crowen reached me last. He was close enough now that I had to look up slightly to hold his gaze, and his eyes were fixed entirely on me.

Then his gaze trailed down, taking in my dress, trailing over the material till his eyes landed where the dress kissed the floor.

"You're overdressed," he drawled, lifting his gaze as his dark gaze met mine, “Let's rectify that."