Flynn, Joyee - My Feisty Kitten [Purrfect Mates 7] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour ManLove) by Joyee Flynn Page B

world.”
    “Yeah, I wasn’t a fan of that.” My eldest brother’s face was a mix of anger and frustration. So it wasn’t just me then! “You’re not a demanding person or controlling. I thought they were jumping the gun. They should have told you they were knocking you out because it obviously helped you. I mean you look worlds better than you did a few hours ago. But why not just talk to you?”
    “Because they do think I’m controlling. They thought I’d fight them and try to handle everything instead of trusting them to deal with it. Aaron said I wouldn’t have been able to let go and not take charge of everything.”
    Trey gaped at me as I pulled up my shorts and sat down. He shook his head a few times and then finally found his voice. “Have they met you?”
    “Thank you!” I exclaimed and jumped to my feet. Which had been stupid because I got dizzy. “Okay, I need food and liquid.”
    “Come on, I’ll make you a few sandwiches. Jasper practically brought over the deli section of the grocery store when the wolves set up your house as, like, command central.”
    “I really love your mate right now,” I whimpered as he moved his arm around my waist to support me. Partially because it hurt but the other part was fresh sandwiches just sounded so damn yummy.
    “I love yours, too.” He chuckled and led me out of the room and to the kitchen. “He saved all our assets with that flame-throwing trick.”
    “I love how you say assets like that.” I giggled and then froze when I giggled. I wasn’t one to giggle, and given the severity of the situation, it seemed really odd that I would now.
    “The wolf doc came and gave you some fluids and drugs. I’m surprised you’re just noticing now.”
    “Everything’s been hazy, but I assumed that was the pain and maybe a concussion. Now I just want to giggle and snuggle.”
    “Good, then maybe we should talk to you now,” Imogen said with a bright smile as we walked into the room. Then he eyed my brother over with a raised brow. “I’m not sure how I saved your assets though.”
    Trey chuckled and sat me down in one of the kitchen table chairs. “Most people say someone saved their ass. Well, I see it as you saved more than just my butt, and I feel it’s an asset anyway…” He held his hands out to the side as if to say, “that’s the meaning of it.”
    “So it’s a pun,” he said with a nod of understanding when my brother trailed off. Trey gave him a thumbs-up that he got it, and my mate focused on me while my brother made me food. He wasn’t kidding about the spread Jasper had gotten. Our counters looked like they should have a deli case over them. “Aaron says you’re upset.”
    “Whatever,” I replied with a shrug and wouldn’t look at them. “It doesn’t matter. You saved me, knocked me out, and did what you wanted without asking me. I’m just glad you’re back and safe, not that you talked to me about it like I was an adult.” Passive aggressive? Me? Never!
    “You would have fought my leaving.” He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. It reminded me of my dad, Beck, when he was looking for patience when we were kids, dealing with all six of us wanting different things. The analogy didn’t make me feel any better. “And you needed rest to get better. It was the right thing to do, and I resent you questioning my motives.”
    I stared at him with my mouth hanging open in shock. Where was my little cuddly fairy, and who was this pompous prick? Trey growled as he handed me my plate of sandwiches and chips along with a pop.
    “Sasha, you’re being unreasonable about this,” Aaron said slowly as if trying to appease a crazed mental patient. Were they fucking serious?
    “You want to come stay with me until they pull their heads out of their asses?” Trey asked me as his eyes shifted to his tiger ones. Yeah, he was good and pissed, going into protective mode.
    “Trey, do not presume to know what’s best for our mate and jump