"Bye!"
"Do you need me tomorrow?" he asked me.
"Nope,” I said, taking care to control my voice. Even just the sight of my Sunshine in her floral dress was enough to make my cock go rigid in my jeans, and I still had hours to go before I could get her beneath me.
Fucking shit.
“I’ll walk you out,” I told Dante, retreating out the front door alongside him so we could talk in privacy. Calla’s friendly nature with him rubbed me the wrong way. I couldn’t help the suspicion that flooded me. “How were they?” I asked, walking him to his car in the driveway.
“Kids were great. Sweet as could be and behaved so well for their mom. Calla was prickly at first, but she seemed to mellow out as time went by and she realized I wasn’t going to bite or be demanding. Honestly seems like she’s starved for adult interaction. You should probably do something about that.” He grinned as he got in the car. "Call me when you need me.”
I stalked back into the house with a mocking set to my lips. I’d do something about it alright.
"Gonna take a shower, and then I'll come down and see what I can cook up for dinner," I told Calla when I stepped into the house. She didn't move, her glare just growing heavier and heavier on me with every moment that passed.
It was safe to say she was pissed.
I turned to Ines, leaning down and holding the wolf out to her. She looked at it for a moment, studying me in confusion. "A wolf protects his young, right?" I asked her, and I watched her eyes go over to where one of her story books about a little white wolf sat on the coffee table.
"Me?" she asked.
"Yes you, Princess. I thought he could protect you from the bad dreams." I told her, and she leapt up to wrap her arms around my neck for a hug before she snatched the wolf out of my hands.
"Ines, what do you say?" Calla asked, ever the mother.
"Thank you, ‘yker!" Ines went over to show her dolls that sat on the couch her new toy, and I turned my eyes back to Calla with a smile. Hers were narrowed in on my waist, and I followed the gaze down to a red stain I hadn't noticed near the fly of my jeans.
Shit.
She swallowed visibly, licking her lips as the glare faded from her face in favor of a more nervous expression.
"Calla—" I started.
"Later," she said, nodding her head toward the kids.
I knew she was right, knew without a doubt that we could not talk about the blood on my pants in front of the kids, but I hated the look on her face. I’d need to be more careful, but I wasn’t used to having to worry about someone seeing blood when I came home. The thought had never even crossed my mind.
All I’d done was slit a throat, for fuck’s sake.
I went up to shower anyway, but only after I called the guard on duty to let him know to be extra alert.
I wouldn't take any chances Calla might try to take the kids and run.
I washed the filth off my skin so I could be clean enough to not to soil my family with the blood of my enemies.
Nineteen
Calla
I did not believe in violence.
I did not believe in violence.
I did not believe in violence.
Maybe if I said it enough times, I’d finally believe it.
But as I stared at the back of his giant head, all I could think was t