“It’s not as if there’s more than one banshee—half, sorry—agent in the MED.” Ink considered this. “Probably a good thing. One of you is already irresistible. Did you say later, about us? There’s a later? Assuming you’re not going to turn me in or charge me with breaking preternatural codes of conduct or anything else you can think of.”
Aidan took a deep breath. Let it out. Held that hand in his. “I have trail mix in the truck.”
“And now I’m confused about your ideas regarding future s*x or punishment or both.”
“You didn’t get to finish the ritual. Tonight. Your share.” This was coming out wrong, out of order, rambling; but maybe that was okay, from the way those dark bright eyes were starting to sparkle. He attempted to explain, “You said freely given. Food. So, um. If I feed you, that’
