Free Siren's Song: The Gray Court, Book 5 by Dana Marie Bell Page B

mournfully at his feet.
    “We might have some walking to do at some point. We should probably get you sneakers.”
    He shuddered dramatically.
    Cassie laughed. “You looked just like Robin for a moment. You couldn’t force sneakers on his feet.”
    That slight smile crossed his face again. “Robin does enjoy his clothes.” He stopped dead. “How do I know that?”
    Cassie grinned, pleased. “Your harmonies are realigning on their own. It’s a good sign.”
    He took a deep breath, and only then did she realize how tense he’d been. His whole body seemed to relax, his features easing, the tightness around his eyes disappearing. “That is excellent news.”
    “Almost as good as this twenty percent off sale.” She picked up a pair of jeans and held them out. “What do you think?”
    He tilted his head. “Do they have anything in gray?”
    “It wouldn’t kill you to wear colors, you know. You’d look stunning in blue.”
    He took the jeans from her hands and put them back on the rack. He walked over to the next rack and picked up a pair of skinny gray pants. “These will do.”
    “Check the size, make sure they’re correct.”
    He checked, surprising her, before putting them in the basket, along with four identical pairs. “Shirts, shirts… Ah.” She followed him toward, of course, gray shirts. He grabbed a couple of long sleeved T-shirts, a button down and a polo shirt. He even found gray sleep pants, turning down the black Batman ones she held up.
    She shook her head as she led the way to men’s underwear. “I don’t think they sell gray underwear here.”
    He actually smirked at her as he put the gray boxer briefs and gray socks in the cart.
    “Hmph.” She pushed the cart toward shoes, trying her best to ignore his quiet laughter.
    He picked up a pair of dark gray oxfords and gray canvas slip-ons before declaring himself satisfied. Cassie pushed the cart to the groceries, picking up a few snacks and drinks for the drive to the coast. “Anything you want?” She held up a finger. “And I don’t want to even think about gray food.”
    “I think you’re making fun of me.” He picked up a packet of peanuts.
    “I think you might be right.” She took the peanuts and put them back, grabbing the trail mix with the chocolate in it instead. “Take this one, it’s better.”
    “How so?”
    She blinked at him, confused. “It has chocolate in it.”
    “And?”
    “Heathen.” She put it in the cart, swatting his hand when he tried to remove it.
    “Maybe I don’t like chocolate.” He snagged some yogurt-covered raisins, his expression daring her to take them away from him.
    “Maybe you do.”
    “And I’ve just forgotten?” He stared at the raisins before carefully putting them in the cart. “You’re right. I might like it.”
    She sighed. “I didn’t mean to—”
    “I know.” He tugged the hairband off her head, causing her bangs to fall in her eyes. “Keep it off. I like your hair better this way.”
    She blew her bangs out of her face as he grabbed some bottled water. “You are a very strange man.”
    He glanced over at her, his expression somber. “Am I?”
    He turned again to walk away, and Cassie couldn’t resist. “I will save you.”
    Oberon stopped. “With luck, we’ll save each other.”
    She couldn’t stop the wide smile that crossed her face in that moment. Maybe, just maybe, he was finally beginning to trust her a little.
    Cassie could only pray that was right, or their truebond didn’t stand a chance of ever forming.
    “You want me to go where?” Raven slid behind the wheel of his car and wondered if his father had lost his damn mind.
    “Nebraska.”
    Nebraska. “Why?”
    Robin laughed, the sound full of wicked delight. “Don’t whine, child. You may find Nebraska suits you far more than you expected. I know I did.”
    Raven sighed. “Fine. What’s in Nebraska other than cow shit and soybeans?”
    “The High King.”
    Raven sat back, his car keys in his