Rosie’s answering smirk reminded me of Noah when he was up to something. “Well, you’re spoken for, but is stealing brides from their beds still a Viking pastime?”
“I think it is, actually.”
“I’ll leave my window open.”
“No one is stealing anyone from anywhere.” Kingston turned his gaze to me. “Keep your window shut.”
Sighing, I stepped closer and kissed him. “I’ll see you at dinner. Don’t worry. We’re safe here.”
Kingston frowned. “I’m just down the hall, right, cupcake?”
Rosie rolled her eyes at the nickname. “Yes. You won’t be far from each other.”
My Viking’s gaze was hot on mine as he gripped my nape and pulled me close. “If anyone is stealing you, it’s me, Kærasta.” Then he kissed me deeply, the passion behind it weakening my knees and leaving me lightheaded.
“Oh, my, if that’s how they do it in Novasgard, perhaps Iwillleave my window unlocked.” Rosie fanned her face before heading away from my room and calling over her shoulder, “Come along, chaps. Before you set the tapestries ablaze.”
That seemed to appease my men as they wandered down the hall after her, Caleb trailing just a little behind. When he reached me, he paused just for a moment, brushing the backs of his fingers against mine.
“If you need anything, just call out my name. I’ll hear you.”
Why did that make a curl of excitement form in my belly? Oh, I knew why. The heat in his eyes confirmed it.
I closed the door after he left and leaned against the wood, letting out a heavy breath as I stood alone in a house full of vampires. Noah assured me they’d keep me safe, but why then did I feel like I’d just jumped out of the frying pan and into the fire?