Torn
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“While this shit show over here is a pretty big deal,” Ren said, gesturing at Tink, who, as expected looked offended by his word choice, “I’m going to have to ask one more fucked-up question in a series of fucked-up questions.” Ren sat on the arm of the couch. “I know things were crazy—well, are still crazy.” He eyed the new life-sized version of Tink. “But that knight was gunning for my ass, and I mean that. He didn’t want anything to do with Ivy.”
My eyes widened. Oh no. Ren had noticed that. Of course he had. Not like the knight wasn’t being particularly obvious about it. I had no idea what to say. And I didn’t get a chance to really get creative, because Tink spoke from his naked perch on the edge of my coffee table.
“Probably because the knight went after the one he viewed as more of a threat,” he said. “That’s what I would do. Take out the one who is stronger first.”
My brows slammed down.
Tink studiously ignored me. “Knights are very tactical. They’re strategists.”
I had no idea if he was telling the truth or just covering for me.
Ren looked over at me. “This is a big deal,” he said.
Everything about the last twenty-four hours was a big deal.
“If the knights are coming to Order members’ houses in the middle of the night . . .” Ren thrust his hand through his hair then dropped it to his side. “This changes everything.”
My gaze met Tink’s. Everything had already changed.
Chapter Ten
“I’m sorry, Ivy Divy.” Tink followed me into my bedroom.
“Stop with the cute shit.” I cut him off as I walked to my closet and yanked the door open. “Calling me ‘Ivy Divy’ isn’t cute anymore, not when you’re like two freaking feet taller than me.”
“I’m not that much taller than you.”
I looked over my shoulder at him, shooting him a glare worthy of shriveling up the man-parts now concealed by a towel wrapped around his waist, because apparently he didn’t have any dude-sized clothing on hand.
“Okay.” He backed off . . . by a couple inches. “I never said anything, because I—”
“Let me guess. Because you never thought it would be an issue?” I laughed harshly as I pulled a sweater off a hanger. Shoving the door shut, I faced Tink—man-sized Tink. “I’ve heard that excuse before.”
“I know.” He glanced out into the living room. Ren had left with the body to go do God knew what with it, but he could return at any minute. “It’s just that when we enter the human realm, we always take this form. It’s a protective measure, and you found me in that form, and I thought it was best—”
“Oh my God, Tink, you could’ve just said something. Like, oh, I don’t know. ‘Hey, I may look small, but I’m really a giant dickhead.’ That would’ve been helpful.” I pulled the sweater on over my head then stomped out into the living room, walking around the shimmery blood that smelled faintly of berries and cream. I just couldn’t even deal with that. “You’re cleaning that up!” I shouted at Tink.
“I’ll clean it up, Ivy, but I don’t like it when you’re mad at me.”
I snort-laughed as I walked into the kitchen, grabbing the broom and dustpan out of the pantry. “Then how about being honest with me, completely honest with me? That would stop me from being pissed at you.”
Tink followed me back into the living room, watching as I brushed up the pile of dirt. “If you knew that I could be this size, you wouldn’t have been comfortable with me staying here,” he said.
I stopped and looked up at him. Damn straight I wouldn’t have been comfortable. “Correct.”
“See?! You probably would’ve tried to kill me. You knew me in my smaller form, so I stayed that way until I felt like I had to intervene.” Tink sighed. “Look, Ren might’ve handled the knight, but knights are extremely deadly and powerful. I reacted without thinking.”
I returned to the mess on the floor, scooping up more dirt. “I’m glad you took care of the knight, but that doesn’t change the fact that you haven’t been up front with me this whole time.” Bending down, I picked up the dustpan and brought it over to where the lamp had landed, stepping around the puddle of bluish-colored blood. “There’s so much you haven’t been honest about.”
Tink was quiet as he righted the plant stand, then plopped the fern back onto it. By some act of dark magic, the towel secured around his waist stayed there.
I didn’t know what to say to him. There was so much going on and my mind was focused in so many different directions that I almost didn’t have the brain space for him.
Tink appeared at my side. “Hey, at least I killed the warrior with my sheer strength and skill.”
I snorted as I brushed up the pieces of broken lamp. “More like you shocked him with your nakedness.”
“Well,” he said, grinning. “My girth is impressive.”
“Ew,” I muttered, and then faced him. A couple of moments passed. “I need to seriously know if there is anything else that you haven’t told me. I’m being so serious this time. If you lie to me again—” I cut myself off and swallowed a sudden knot in my throat. If there were more lies, that was it. It was too much. “Now is the time to be completely honest.”
Tink’s pale blue eyes met mine. “There’s nothing else, Ivy. You now know everything about me.”