Page 6 of Sent To A Fantasy World and Now All the Men Want Me 7

I snorted.

The air in the room shifted as three men joined us in the kitchen, each dressed in black from head to toe. Two wore hoods and masks that covered half their faces, while the other, a sexy-as-sin redhead, flashed me a snaggle toothed grin.

“Mornin’, little treasure.”

“Right back at ya, hot stuff,” I shot back at Rowan, then did a little pew-pew action with my fingers. I blamed the coffee. Three mugs on an empty stomach made me hyper. “About time y’all got here.”

“It’s V’s fault,” Reign responded, nodding to the brooding wall of muscle beside him. “He’s cranky in these early hours.”

Draven, Sir Cranky himself, scowled so deeply it was visible through his mask.

“Sounds like someone needs coffee,” I said in a playful tone and stepped over to the cabinet to grab more mugs. “But he’ll have to take his mask off first.”

“Negative,” Draven responded in a thick, Russian-like accent. The black fabric covered everything from the nose down, showing only his baby blue eyes. Pale blond hair poked out from beneath his raised hood. “Mask stays on.”

“How will you eat then?” I asked, hands going to my hips in my signature brat pose.

“We eat when alone,” he answered.

“So, you plan on standing here and watching everyone else eat all of this delicious food without you?” I motioned to the skillets on the stove. “I know you smell that. Mmm. Bacon. Eggs. Golden, flaky biscuits.”

Draven gave me a blank stare. Clearly not swayed by my attempt to entice him with something yummy to fill his belly.

Sigh.

“You’re making biscuits?” Rowan asked, interest piqued. Carbs were his weakness. Biscuits, croissants, or simple bread loaves; he loved it all. But only as long as it was savory. He didn’t have much of a sweet tooth.

“Yep. And if you’re good, you can even have one.”

“Just one?” He scoffed. “I’d like to see these fools try to eat more than me.”

Briar looked at Fane. “Another glutton.”

Fane, however, hadn’t taken his eyes off the two new additions to the group. “So, the rumors I heard this morning are true. Spies from Bremloc have come to our realm.”

“Aye, you heard correct,” Reign said, reclining against the wall and kicking a foot up to rest behind him. “Word spreads fast. We only arrived last night.”

“Humans in our realm is always cause for concern.” Fane’s gaze narrowed. “Our safety depends on it.”

“You can trust them,” I said, hoping to put him at ease. “They’re good guys.”

“Then why do they cover their faces?” Fane asked, his gaze boring into them.

“It’s a spy thing.” I shrugged. “A brotherhood of shadows and secrecy. They only show their faces when at home. Never when on the job.”

“I see.” Fane continued to scrutinize them before eventually turning back to the stove.

“I can be persuaded to remove my mask,” Reign told me with a smile crinkling the edges of his mismatched eyes: one brown and the other blue. “Under one condition.”

“Which is… what?” I asked.

“A kiss from the chef.” He gave a slight tilt of his head, that smile still in his eyes. “Since the moment we met, I’ve wondered what you taste like.”

The smooth-talking spy was a total flirt and often amped it up around me. In no way did he mean it though. He probably found it amusing when I blushed. Which happened a lot, unfortunately. I couldn’t hide my emotions or reactions if my life depended on it. Laughs, blushes, squeals of terror, swoony sighs when my men did something romantic—I was an open book.

“Remind me.” Maddox glared at Reign. “When are you leaving again? For your sake, I pray it’s soon.”

“What’s wrong, Captain?” Reign’s teasing tone did little to smooth over the sudden tension around us. “Worried I’ll steal your darling away from you?”