The Crown of Gilded Bones (Blood and..

“Did you two forget I was here?” Kieran asked. “Holding
a conversation with you two? Or trying to.”
I sort of did.
“Not at all,” Casteel remarked. “Poppy did have a very
relaxing evening. We did some light reading.”
Light reading?
“Is that so?” Kieran’s brows rose.
Wait.
“Yes, from Poppy’s favorite journal, written by a Miss
Willa—”
“He was reading that,” I cut in, picking up a piece of
cheese. “I woke up, and he was reading—”
“You know, the one I found her with on that window
ledge? The scene was about a very dark sort of wicked kiss
on a very inappropriate area,” Casteel continued while
Kieran stared at us blankly. “And foursomes.”
Slowly, I looked up at Casteel. Oh, my gods. My eyes
narrowed as I debated throwing the cheese in his face. I
didn’t. Instead, I ate it rather aggressively. He was lucky I
loved cheese.
“Foursomes?” Kieran repeated, his gaze shifting to me.
“I imagine you had a lot of questions about that.”
“I did not,” I snapped.
“I don’t believe that for one second,” Kieran stated, a
half-grin forming. “You probably asked how it was possible.”
I had totally been wondering that, but those words
never once passed my lips.
“Would you like to explain it to her?” Casteel asked.
“That won’t be necessary,” I cut in as Kieran opened his
mouth. “I have a vivid enough imagination, thank you very
much.”
He looked a little disappointed.
Casteel’s laugh teased the top of my head as he fished
out another strawberry from the bowl of fruit and offered it
to me. “I am very intrigued by this imagination of yours.”