~ADAM~
"I'm having a guest over tonight," I tell Ashton. He quirks a brow and takes a seat on the sofa opposite me. "Is it someone that I know? Or is she someone I can have some fun with?"
His question fuels anger deep within, and it takes all of my self-control not to snap at him.
"You are not to lay a finger on her," I warn him. "She's mine."
He holds up his hands in a defensive pose, "wow, you don't have to get all worked up. I'll try to keep my distance for your benefit."
I can't hide my annoyance with him, and instead, I pick myself off the sofa and walk towards the treasure room. We kept everything of great value to us inside of here, including the many books about the flaming whisperer.
Tonight I would be closer to confirming my suspicions about the pretty redhead. I pull one
