Mated To The King’s Gamma novel Chapter 7

Gannon 

I had just dropped Abbie back to the castle and left her with Clarice when Liam found me. He was lean ing against my door as I walked toward it.

“And where were you? I thought we were going to the bar,” he asked, pushing off my door frame and twisting the handle and waltzing into my room. I growl at him when he jumps on my bed, making himself comfortable.

“Something else came up,” I told him. Liam picks at my duvet twirling his knife between his fingers and eyeing me suspiciously.

“Does it have anything to do with a pretty little redhead I saw you in town with earlier?” I looked over my shoulder at him as I grabbed beers from the mini fridge that sat in the corner. I toss him one.

“If you already knew where I was, why are you asking?” he shrugs, popping the lid off and propping him self up with one elbow. 

“Just curious, she reminds me of,” I growled at him.

“Is that part of the allure you seem to have toward her, because she reminds you of your dead mate?” Liam says and I eye him swigging from my bottle.

“She is nothing like her,” Liam shrugs,

“That may be true but you must admit they have an uncanny resemblance, don’t you think?” he taunted and my hand moved before I realized what I had done, my fingers finding the blade I always kept strapped to my hip. It whizzed through air, embedding itself in the bed head beside his head. Liam didn’t even flinch, just lifted an eyebrow at me.

“Apparently I’m right,” he chuckles, yanking the blade from the headboard.

“I wonder if sweet little Abbie would enjoy your fetish for knives,” he muses, examining it before moving so quickly I only just saw the blade coming toward my face and caught the blade before it hit square be tween the eyes. The edges slicing my palm and fingers as it slid through my flesh, the point just nicking my skin between my eyes..

Liam chuckles, sipping his beer and leaning back against the headboard.

“Or are you envisioning carving her up like your mate, slicing that tender flesh and watching her bleed out the way you did her?”

“Fuck off Liam, you know nothing,” I tell him.

“Ah, but I do know you and that girl, timid little thing, and so jumpy. Scared of her own shadow she is,”

“What are you getting at?” I snapped, grabbing an old shirt to clean my bleeding hand. Liam shrugs.

“Just curious Gan. I don’t want you to break her. Be a shame really, I don’t mind watching her prance around in her little uniform,” his words cut off when I launched myself at him, my hands locking around his throat and he cackled his head off, laughing like a maniac.

“Seems I’m right, you like the girl,” Liam laughs.

“I can smell lies, but if you wish to tell yourself that, we can pretend,” he says, sending me a wink and I growl, shoving him back on the bed before climbing off him.

“I took her to town Liam, nothing more,” I tell him, wandering off into the bathroom. I wash my hands and shed my clothes to shower. Liam leans on the doorframe, watching me. 

“If that is so, then why were you by her door last night and the night before, or better yet, what were you doing watching her from the old guard towers? You know the ones. The ones that look directly in her bed room window?”

“Explain to me why you are following me?” I retorted, turning the water on and stepping under the water spray 

Turning I look at him as his eyes wandered the length of me. I knew he was bisexual, his sexuality nev er bothered me and I was used to his comments and wandering gaze but he also knew I didn’t swing that way. 

“Always, you know. I am not good at sharing,” he jokes and I chuckle.

“Don’t worry, you won’t have to share me. I am not interested in the girl,” I tell him