Torn (A Wicked Saga, #2)(29)

“I’m unstable because you’re not the size of a f*cking Barbie doll.”

“I don’t see how this is a problem,” Tink responded. “I’m actually more useful this way. You don’t have to carry my deliveries when I’m—”

“Oh my God!” I screamed once more. I couldn’t believe it. Tink wasn’t the size of a doll at all. He’d just chosen that size, and the whole time he’d been living here, he was really like Ren-sized, and he’d seen me in my bra and undies, and . . .”Oh my God, I’m going to kill you!”

Tink drew back, his eyes wide. “That’s a little drastic.”

“I can get behind that thought process,” Ren said dryly.

“I saved your life,” Tink gasped, whirling toward Ren. “How dare you?”

Ren rolled his eyes. “I had it handled.”

“It looked like the only thing you had handled was the art of getting your ass kicked.”

I sat back down on the couch, having absolutely no idea of what was happening.

“Keep telling yourself that.” Ren came around the side of the couch and picked up the damaged lamp. He placed it on the end table. “Can you put some damn clothes on?”

Tink arched a brow. “You have a problem with male nudity?”

“I have a problem with your dick hanging out.”

“You didn’t have a problem walking around the apartment with your junk all out and in everyone’s face,” Tink retorted, referencing the first morning those two met.

“That’s because I didn’t know you were here.”

Tink smirked. “You know what I think the problem is? You’re intimidated by my size.”

Oh my God.

Ren laughed. “Yeah, I’m not intimated. That’s not a problem.”

Considering I fortunately knew Ren’s size and unfortunately now knew Tink’s size, I could confirm that was, indeed, not a problem. Picking up a throw pillow, I tossed it at Tink. He caught it and sighed, holding it so it covered up parts of him I hadn’t wanted to ever see.

I pressed my fingers to my temples. “This is a nightmare. I’m going to wake up in a few minutes, the lock on my front door won’t be broken, there will have been no knight, and Tink will still be a foot tall playing with troll dolls.”

“Oh, I’ll still play with them,” Tink replied.I squeezed my eyes shut.

“If it makes you feel better, I can return to your Tink-approved size,” he offered.

“It’s not going to make me feel better.” I opened my eyes. “Now that I know you’re really full grown.”

“Okay.” He sat down on the edge of the coffee table, bare ass and balls just everywhere. Jesus. He stretched out his long legs. “So . . . this is awkward.”

No shit. This entire time I thought I’d been living with this cute little brownie, but really I’d been living with this extraordinarily hot, super tall, fully-grown male creature of the Otherworld. Because I’d thought of him as this tiny thing with wings, I had never really worried about accidentally flashing him with my boobs or worse.

“While this shit show over here is a pretty big deal,” Ren said, gesturing at Tink, who, as expected looked offended by his word choice, “I’m going to have to ask one more f*cked-up question in a series of f*cked-up questions.” Ren sat on the arm of the couch. “I know things were crazy—well, are still crazy.” He eyed the new life-sized version of Tink. “But that knight was gunning for my ass, and I mean that. He didn’t want anything to do with Ivy.”

My eyes widened. Oh no. Ren had noticed that. Of course he had. Not like the knight wasn’t being particularly obvious about it. I had no idea what to say. And I didn’t get a chance to really get creative, because Tink spoke from his naked perch on the edge of my coffee table.

“Probably because the knight went after the one he viewed as more of a threat,” he said. “That’s what I would do. Take out the one who is stronger first.”

My brows slammed down.

Tink studiously ignored me. “Knights are very tactical. They’re strategists.”

I had no idea if he was telling the truth or just covering for me.

Ren looked over at me. “This is a big deal,” he said.

Everything about the last twenty-four hours was a big deal.

“If the knights are coming to Order members’ houses in the middle of the night . . .” Ren thrust his hand through his hair then dropped it to his side. “This changes everything.”

My gaze met Tink’s. Everything had already changed.





Chapter Ten


“I’m sorry, Ivy Divy.” Tink followed me into my bedroom.

“Stop with the cute shit.” I cut him off as I walked to my closet and yanked the door open. “Calling me ‘Ivy Divy’ isn’t cute anymore, not when you’re like two freaking feet taller than me.”

“I’m not that much taller than you.”

I looked over my shoulder at him, shooting him a glare worthy of shriveling up the man-parts now concealed by a towel wrapped around his waist, because apparently he didn’t have any dude-sized clothing on hand.

“Okay.” He backed off . . . by a couple inches. “I never said anything, because I—”