{Elira}
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For a moment, silence settled among us until Rennon broke it, softly adjusting his tone as if to soothe me.
"Don't worry, Elira. You will have the bedroom and we can take the parlour."
But Lennon barked a laugh, throwing an arm around Rennon's shoulder. "Why does it have to be like that? She is our mate, not a guest we are babysitting. It's not like we are going to touch her."
Then his grin turned sly. "Unless she asks."
My jaw dropped. "Lennon!" How shameless of him to say that. What does he take me for?
Rennon shoved his arm off with a glare, but it was Zenon who cut the moment short. He stepped forward, his eyes narrowing as they pinned Lennon with cold steel.
"Does her face look like one that is comfortable enough to share a bedroom with a man?"
The weight in his voice made even Lennon blink, his grin faltering for just a moment.
