Skye winced just a little when Xavier's temper shortened. She didn't seem him like this very often, so she knew this whole situation was serious business. She might have been more than a little unconscious for a period and had no clue of exactly what went down after Jett got her to Xavier, but he would have had to have been beyond pissed. She had thought to herself in the limo that he had been a little too calm and collected, and the fact he was now snapping at Greg said a lot. He probably did need a feed and some of that alone time he usually took with his horses or doing whatever Toreadors do to re-ground themselves. She felt guilty and awful she was causing this gap between the two mates, and hated that Xavier had to keep secrets from Greg. But she had no idea how Greg would react if he heard she had a thing... a really big thing for his brother. In fact, he was the only subject of her fantasies when all she had to go to home to was her vibrator.

"Neither of you have to worry. I'm pretty sure tonight managed to get any of my stupidity towards Kindred well out of my system. Jett would be seriously too much of a headache for me. I'd want to end up chaining him up in my basement just to get some peace," she said wryly, even if he was an extremely fantastic fuck. She hadn't been fucked like that in a very long time. She wanted it again, damnit. Only Jett wasn't the blonde she wanted it off. "It was just a lapse in judgement. Blame writers block. I've had it for fucking weeks now. So much for my deadline. It's not going to happen."