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cheeks. She’d just masturbated to visions of this man, her enemy, the man she’d be lying to.
    “And you checked on Daisy?” Ray asked Griffin, but they both stared at Astrid rather than looking at each other. She resisted the urge to back out of the room.
    Griffin’s shoulders bunched beneath his dark t-shirt, which hugged his muscular form. Facing away, he presented that fine ass and his wild hair, which curled a bit as if dampened in humid air. “Have a seat, Astrid.”
    His low, gruff voice sent shivers over her. The lines of his body bunching, he exposed his sharp profile, clutched the back of a chair and answered his brother. “They’re fine. They locked me out of Daisy’s room and have proceeded to fuck like bunnies.”
    “Griff. Watch your mouth. We have a guest,” Clarissa chided. She filled two plates with pasta and brought them to the table, smiling a welcome for Astrid to join her.
    Ray raised a brow and frowned at Griffin. “Yes. We have a guest. Mind your manners.”
    “They’re honeymooning.” Griffin chuckled and shook his head. “I definitely know we have a guest. Trust me. I can’t forget. And I checked on Vince. Still out cold, tucked away in the clinic.” He pushed away from the chair and smirked at his brother. “Want me to get you a plate, since Clarissa is ignoring you again?”
    “Please.” Ray faced Clarissa. “What did I do now?”
    “It’s what you didn’t do.” Clarissa snapped a napkin open and put it across her lap. “Some of us would like their own honeymoons.”
    Ray grabbed his glass of water and gulped instead of replying.
    Astrid sat next to the other woman, who clearly knew how to push these men’s buttons. Clarissa was prettier in person than her file. The water mage had the cool personality expected of her kind and the rippling calm voice. Astrid found herself at ease.
    Then, her skin shivered. Static she now recognized as Griffin’s storm aura, caressed her arms.
    She stared into her plate as a warm presence sat across from her.
    “Glad you found your backpack. You didn’t answer my knock, so I slipped it just inside your room.” Nothing showed on his face. He had no idea she’d been picturing him between her legs the moment he’d opened her door.
    “Yes, thank you,” she managed.
    “After you eat, I’ll make sure to find you a way home,” Griffin announced. Her chin snapped up to catch him slumping in his chair, his shoes knocking against her feet.
    “Watch out. I’m barefoot.” An unexpected rush of fear overrode the blooming of attraction. Fear. For her enemy. That couldn’t be. She shouldn’t want to avoid draining his powers. That was what she was here for.
    Ray rapped his knuckles on the table. “I will take her home, or wherever she needs to be, but first, will you be safe there? I still don’t know what Vince wanted with you.”
    It didn’t make sense. That the Cinders would care if she were safe at home.
    Griffin slapped the table. “Don’t harass the woman while she’s eating. Give it a rest. You have a few others you’ve collected that you can subject to the inquisition.”
    “Touchy, aren’t you? What’s gotten you in a twister?”
    “Boys.” Clarissa clinked against her water glass with a spoon. “Stop abusing the table and quiet down. How about we let Astrid answer one of those questions.”
    Astrid grabbed her own water glass and drank to soothe her dry throat.
    “Well. It’s late. I know our families are aligned, known to each other in a way, and if you don’t mind, since my mother doesn’t expect me back for a few days, I could stay here the night and tell you what I know.” She rambled. Her nerves were showing.
    This was the plan, after all. To get inside the house and stay here until tomorrow night.
    “Of course.” Clarissa patted her hand and Griffin’s fingers tapped on the table, drawing Astrid’s gaze.
    He stared at Astrid’s hand where the other woman had touched her—however briefly. But a water