Candace
"S-Strip?"
I hated that my voice was failing me. The order and the furious looks on their faces simply did not match.
Nothing about this felt real. Not the three naked men sprawled across my bed like predators waiting for prey, nor the coldness burning in their eyes after the Moon Goddess had chained us back together.
"Are you fucking deaf?" Ryker snarled.
He shoved himself off the bed in one smooth motion, dark tattoos shifting over hard muscle as he stalked toward the dresser.
The whiskey bottle in his hand caught the light as he lifted it to his mouth, his signet ring flashing gold against the glass. His throat worked as he swallowed.
"Don't make me repeat myself," Ragnor said quietly.
That was worse somehow. Ragnor Pendragon had always been terrifying when he lowered his voice instead of raising it.
