Property of a Gordon

Chapter Thirty Seven

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Chapter Thirty Seven

The lights were dimmed, and I could see the arrangement of assorted pictures that neatly lined his room. We were both awake, but neither of us were talking. Kendall's eyes were closed, while I listened to the footsteps that passed by the room and traced the inked tail of a large feline.

I'd spent the night with Kendall, as part of the agreement we made. In trade for allowing Kendall to sneak in my room as he pleased and vice versa, he agreed not to mention the steamy night we'd shared, especially in public.

The last few days I'd spent by Kendall's side as he chewed out and fired guards for their incompetence. He'd been beyond angry at them for not managing to find a shred of evidence or pinning the incident on anyone. I had to say I was glad, not that I'd share this with him.

News got around quickly, and soon everyone was calling Kendall, demanding answers. They wanted to know if they were next in line, why this was happening, and who was responsible. Kendall had tried reassuring each of them unsuccessfully. But humans were nothing without the selfish worry they gripped so tightly to themselves.

There was now a grand ball being held next week for two reasons. It was being held to appease those who were still worrying. It would transcend into a meeting where they could voice their opinions. But it was mainly being held for Kendall's "potential wives."

He'd decided he would allow them to visit, but only in hopes of arranging business deals with the Kings that would be escorting their daughters. He would politely be declining any marital offers they gave him, which I was delighted with.

Kendall slowly reached for the hand dipping across his skin before gently taking it and pressing cool lips lightly against the fingers. I saw a smile form as I leaned closer to him, tangling my legs with his.

"You remind me of a quote I once heard," Kendall said as he opened his eyes, their color lightening the room a fraction.

"What is it?" I replied, curious as I looked at him. The second he started reciting the quote, a smile grew on my face.

"A flowerless room is a soulless room, to my way of thinking," Kendall started, and I was quick to finish it.

"But even one solitary little vase of a living flower may redeem it," I murmured back, watching surprise cross Kendall's face causing me to laugh softly.

"I was Nolan's flower, Kendall. He's tried every quote about flowers on me. That one happened to be his favorite," I explained as a frown replaced his smile. Nolan was clearly still a touchy subject.

"That mutt does not deserve a moment of your time now, and I am positive he did not then," Kendall muttered and I rolled my eyes.

"You're being childish. Nolan can be kind when he wants, just like you can. There are things I loved about Nolan, and there are things I love about you," I said, but he still wasn't pleased.

"I do not want to hear about you caring for another man. I should be able to flatter you without the mutt coming to mind," Kendall said and now, I was frowning.

"Nolan's a highly respected, dominant werewolf. If he's a mutt, then what am I?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

Kendall gave a grin as his fingers grazed my face, tucking my hair behind my ear. The other reached around my waist, pulling me onto his chest. "You, my love, are an exquisite werewolf that certainly deserves all the finest things the world has to offer, something the mutt is not," Kendall tried, and I snorted.