Chosen Fool (Forever Evermore #5)(22)

His wide lips curved as his spring green eyes flashed downward from their stare at the ceiling. He rumbled on an intimate purr, “I have no shame.” And I swear, King Zeller was seriously enjoying himself as he watched Leric over my head.

“Just f*ck off before I decide to kill your intrusive ass for the damn fun of it.”

King Zeller’s shoulders shook gently as he laughed silently and he covered his mouth with his fist. He glanced at King Collins, pointing a finger. “Anyway, she said she was on birth control.”

“Good to know.” King Collins’s eyes were a bit squinty, but he spoke steadily as his gaze came back to me. “Just to clarify, there’s no possible way you could be pregnant?”

I would love to know what book he was reading to get all of his information. If a spirit Elemental fluctuated the use of their powers, which I had done, it could cause the birth control not to work. I was thankful my period had come after my night with Leric.

“No, I’m not pregnant. Jesus, that would be too much…wig-the-f*ck-out much.” I flinched when Roselle quickly discarded the last glass sliver. She wiped my feet, cleaning away any lingering blood. “I really need to brush my teeth before we discuss why the hell you’re all in here.” I scooted off the bed, having to zigzag around everyone to the bathroom.

When my teeth cleaning business was done, I stepped out of the bathroom. My breath was minty fresh. “Well, I imagine Reese blabbed about what he saw.” Hopefully not all of it, just the important part. I walked to the bar fridge and glared at the complimentary bottles of water. I could really use a stiff drink. “Just what I wanted for this talk: a fine, refreshing water.”

Roselle cleared her throat, stating kindly, “It will sit better in your stomach than alcohol, since you did just throw up.”

I blinked at her. “Thank you for the recap.”

Her lips lifted charmingly. “You’re welcome.”

I turned my back on the f*cking spirit Elementals in the room, grudgingly opened the bottle of boring water, and took a swig. I glanced at King Collins still standing against the wall. He was busy rubbing at his temples, shooting deathly glares at Leric’s back. My lips twitched, actually enjoying the fact King Collins was just as upset at Leric as I was for his actions tonight at dinner. I moved forward, patting his arm. My mouth opened to say something, but I stopped when a knock sounded at my door.

Everyone in the room turned from pensive-quiet to violent-quiet. All eyes in the room—some instantly glowing—swung to the door. Hell, Queen Ruckler even had a gun aimed at the damn wooden barrier. I waved a hand at everyone, whispering, “Seriously people, a real threat doesn’t knock. It’s probably room service with the wrong room.” I moved toward the door, rolling my eyes. I called loudly, “Who’s there?”

A deep rumble from outside. “It’s Brann.”

I tripped, banging my head against the door. “Shit.”

There was instant concern from outside. “Felon?”

“I’m fine, I’m fine.” I opened it just a crack to peek outside, the occupants of my room utterly silent. “Now is not a great time.”

He rested a shoulder against the doorframe. “Come on. I brought beer.”

“Not now.” But it was sweet of him that he was really trying to be a friend.

I saw it in his eyes when his ‘sniffer’ got a load of the scents in my room.

He quickly pushed off the doorframe and took a step back from my door.

I glanced down at the beer. “Can I keep that?” It was alcohol, after all.

He handed it over easily enough. A black eyebrow lifted as he began walking backward, away from my full room. “I hope it makes your evening a little better.”

“Doubtful,” I mumbled. I quickly shut the door. Setting the beer down on the table next to my opened water, the glass bottles clanked noisily in the God-awful silence. Running a hand through my hair, I glanced absently to the left, my gaze landing on Queen Ruckler. She was now sitting on my bed, a leg hitched up and elbow on her knee, with her hand covering her mouth. “We’re just friends. I swear.” I cracked open a cold one. I was in definite need.

A few beats of silence, and…f*ck me…another knock shook my door.

My eyes widened even further because the last visitor hadn’t exactly gone over too well—even if it had been harmless. I took a large swig of the beer, not moving. The person would go away.

King Collins garbled, “Don’t you want to get that, Caro?”

I took another sip of my beer. “Not especially.” But when the pounding only continued, and everyone stared at the door, I sighed and set my beer down. I leaned toward the door. “Who’s there?”

The knocking stopped instantly.

“Oh.” A surprised feminine voice from outside. “Do we have the wrong room?”

“I don’t know. I’m pretty sure this was the number he said,” a different feminine voice stated. “Maybe he has another girl with him.” A pause. “I wouldn’t mind, if you wouldn’t. He totally proved he could handle more than one woman.”

The first giggled. “He definitely wore us out.”

Sighing, I didn’t even bother to open the door. I rubbed my forehead. I had a possible headache about to attack from the absurdity of the two flakes outside. “Sin’s not here.”