Bella was like a cat startled from sleep, she latched onto Ross again, burying herself against him before either man could react.
Ross cursed under his breath as he caught her to keep her from falling.
Sebastian felt his temper snap tight.
The sight alone was unbearable.
At least she was still wearing her armor.
The rigid plates and leather dulled the contact, kept it from being too intimate—too real.
Even so, the way her head rested against Ross's chest, the way her arms curled around him so naturally, made it look painfully close.
Too close.
Ross exhaled and let out a short, incredulous laugh.
"So," he said lightly, breaking the tension, "do we have a threesome now?"
The words were a mistake.
Sebastian's glare sharpened instantly, his hand tightening into a fist.
"Say that again," he growled, "and I will forget that she's the problem right now."
Ross raised an eyebrow but wisely shut up.
