“Um…” Hope’s voice interrupted the blinding rage, but it did nothing but inflame it. She was the problem. From her elfish smell all the way down her puny little body. “Since the doors are open, does that mean I can go?”
“Why is she raising her hand?” Mason completely ignored my murderous look, choosing to examine my female like he had a damn right to!
“It’s what human children do in school when they have a question,” I snapped. “And truly, it fits, since she’s nothing but a child.”
“Oh?” Hope put her hand down, and I had a sickening feeling that I’d just pushed her too far — that she was seconds from snapping or having some sort of emotional breakdown that females were prone to have when put in a situation where they lost complete control.
Mason backed up.
I should have followed.
Instead, I flashed her a mocking grin and lifted a shoulder in a careless shrug. “All I see is a girl.”
Her eyes narrowed and then she turned that brilliant gaze toward Mason and bestowed an alluring smile as she approached him slowly. “And you? What do you see?”
Her hips swayed.
Her once pale lips went completely red, like the ripest of fruit.
And before my very eyes, the little vixen did exactly what elves had done for hundreds of years.
She enchanted.
Sunlight danced across her face, and sweet music filled the air, the type of music that stuns you into silence.
“I think…” Mason grinned at me then put a hand on my back. “That Alex is completely screwed.” He eyed her appreciatively. “And you’re absolutely breathtaking. If you were my female, I would bring you the largest cow I could find and cover you with fur.”
“Oh, dear God.” I swore under my breath. “She isn’t a wolf, she doesn’t want your meat, Mason.”
He blinked. “But every female wants my meat.”
“What kind of meat?” Hope just had to ask.
“My… meat.” Mason said slower this time like that helped clear things up.
“Don’t.” I shook my head at her. “Stop whatever you’re doing with the music and your eyes and let’s go.”
“Music?” She frowned. “What music?”
“She does not know how to control the music?” Mason whispered out of the corner of his mouth. “But she is an elf.”
“The kind that makes shoes.” I grinned at our little inside joke, while Hope glared at me.
“Look, guys.” She started slowly walking around me. “As fun as this little mental breakdown has been. The doors opened, which means whatever immortal craziness that was supposed to take place, didn’t, meaning, I can go, and you can continue….” She frowned. “Uh, offering your meat to women.”
Mason grinned. “I like her.”
“Stop winking at her, you’ll make her think you want to chase her.”
Mason kept winking.
I rolled my eyes and waited for her to try to escape. Which she did. I only felt marginally bad when her body slammed into an invisible wall and bounced back.
“You were saying?” I asked in a calm, detached voice.
Hope rubbed her head. “But the door’s open.”
Mason sighed and slowly walked through it — still naked — and called back. “Come along, Elf.”