“Threatened?” Fin asked.
“Come on,” I said, looking up at him while we walked. “The captain has devoted his life to you. The man is in love with you. He thinks somehow I’m moving in on his territory.”
The crystal blue in Fin’s eyes flashed, and then he glanced away toward the sidewalk. “I wouldn’t mention that in front of him. He might try to take your head off.”
“And that’s different from any other day, how?”
He inclined his head. “Fair.”
“You know he’s in love with you?”
Fin shoved his hands into his pockets. A movement I noticed he did when he is trying to seem less. Less beautiful, less assuming, less threatening.
“The captain and I have been together a very long time. We care for one another in our own ways. But yes, I know the depth of his feelings are different than mine.”
“He just not your type, or...?”
Fin snorted. “You love to pry, don’t you?”
“Or I could wait until tonight, see if you have a hot, steamy dream about you both in bed. In fact, let’s go with that plan.”
He halted on the sidewalk so fast I had to turn around to go back to him.
“What did you say?” he asked.
“What’s wrong? I just mentioned you dreaming about it. It was a joke, relax.”
His fingers dug into my shoulders as he gripped me. “What about my dreams? Can you see them?”
“I think so. Last night, I saw something about a greenhouse or windows, maybe. I wasn’t sure what it was. That was it, I promise.”
His forehead scrunched up, and he released me to walk away. The SUV pulled up the second Fin hit the curb. We climbed inside and both the captain and I refused to acknowledge each other.
“Straight home,” Fin told him.
They locked eyes and shared something in the mirror. Something neither of them thought to share with me.
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Fine. They could keep their secrets, and so could I.
We made it back to the house in silence, and Fin all but dragged me inside and down a hallway, towards his office. I grit my teeth, resisting the urge to pull away from his hold.
As soon as we stepped into his office, he released me, and I crossed my arms, narrowing my eyes at him.
“If you don’t tell me what’s going on, right now, I’m going to start getting out my knives,” I snapped. “I’m not some dog to be led around.”
Fin scanned his bookshelves and removed a red tome from between a complete set of them. On the spine they read, Magecraft.
I staggered toward the shelf. “You have these here and you said nothing?”
Fin scanned the pages. “You are the one who’s been denying the fact you at least possess some mage power. I was simply following your lead until you changed your mind.”
Instead of engaging me further, he ducked to read and then flipped the page.
“You’re scaring me,” I whispered, pulling his coat tighter around me.
When he finished the second page, he snapped the book shut and pressed the end to his chin. “Shit.”