“What happened to her?”
His silver eyes look haunted when he says, “She was mortal.”
“I’m sorry, Finn.”
“But not sorry you finally got some information out of me?” I roll my eyes, and he nods at the clothes in my lap. “You should get dressed.”
“Why?”
“The prince is planning to take you away to the summer palace tonight.”
I don’t want to know how he knows more about my plans with Sebastian than I do.
He cocks his head to the side. “You still want to go, don’t you? Go to the palace, find the book, free your sister?”
“Of course.”
He folds his arms. “So get dressed.”
I point at the door. “After you leave.”
His perfect lips quirk into a mocking smile, and I remember the way they felt against my skin—soft against the sharp sting of his teeth when he bit me. “You didn’t mind stripping in front of me last night.”
“Out!”
* * *
The house is unfamiliar to me, but it’s easy enough to find my way to the kitchen. Finn’s waiting with Kane when I come downstairs. They’re dressed in leather riding pants and vests, with swords strapped to their backs and knives to their thighs. It’s all I can do to keep my eyes off Finn’s powerful legs—all I can do not to remember how intimate I got with those corded muscles last night.
Finn lifts his mug, amusement dancing in his eyes. “We have coffee.”
Embarrassment, guilt, and shame all mingle in a cocktail that makes my cheeks burn even hotter than they did last night.
I nod. My head’s still aching, my thoughts fuzzier than I’d like. “Thank you.” I cross the kitchen and pour myself a cup of the steaming dark brew.
“Heard you had an exciting night,” Kane says, wriggling his brows at me. “Now I regret going out on patrol when Finn wanted to take the shift. I would’ve happily helped you through the worst of it.” He winks, and Finn shoots him a look.
I meet Kane’s lewd stare. “There aren’t enough drugs in the world.”
“Your loss,” he mutters. “At least I know how to take care of someone who’s been dosed with faeleaf. A good male wouldn’t have left you begging.”
I spin on Finn, gaping in horror, and he holds up both hands. “I didn’t say a word,” he says.
Kane smirks. “Jalek could hear you through the walls. Old house.”
When I woke up, I didn’t think the memories of last night could be any more mortifying than they were. I was wrong.
“What do you remember?” Finn asks.
My gaze flies to him and then to Kane. I open my mouth to shut him down—because, seriously, thin walls or not, I don’t want to have this conversation in front of anyone, especially not Kane. But then I see that no one looks amused anymore.
“Before Pretha brought you here,” Finn says. “Who gave you the wine?”
I sip on my coffee and wait for my memories from last night to come into focus. They remain blurry at the edges, but . . . “There were so many people there. I got my wine from a waiter just like everyone else.” Unless all the wine was drugged.
He seems to see the thought on my face. “I haven’t heard of anyone else suffering ill effects from the wine,” he says. “If anyone else was drugged, it was kept quiet, which certainly couldn’t be done if everyone at the party was dosed.”
I draw in a sharp breath as a thought occurs to me, but I shake my head, willing it away.
“What?” Finn asks. “You suspect someone. Tell me.”
“Sebastian’s friend Riaan talked with me at the party.”
Kane mutters a curse. “Of course. Keeping his prince’s hands clean.”
“What? No. Bash would never have wanted me drugged, but Riaan found me after I’d had a couple of drinks and . . .”
“And what?” Finn asks gently.
I shake my head. “It’s personal.”
Finn’s brows disappear under his hair as if to say And last night wasn’t?
“It doesn’t matter.”
Kane grunts. “But it does. What did he do?”
“He didn’t do anything.” My cheeks heat, remembering the conversation and Riaan’s suggestion that I go make everything right between me and Sebastian. “He was trying to be a good friend.”
“What did he say??” Finn asks.
“I was upset because I’d seen Sebastian with another girl—one of the ones he’s considering marrying.”