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all week.”
“You’re worried.” It wasn’t a question, but a statement. Melo could see clearly in her eyes that she was concerned about the fight Tahlon would endure in order to leave the ambush.
“Why does leaving an ambush have to involve blood? When I left my coven, it was just a simple ceremony.”
He frowned, rubbing his hand across her back in soothing circles. “It’s the way of our people. When we joined, we pledged our loyalty to the king and queen, promised to protect the ambush at all costs. To choose to leave means breaking a promise, and a broken promise requires blood.”
She turned her attention back to the pan and the sizzling chicken breasts. “I don’t understand it, and I sure as hell don’t like it.”
“Tahlon will be fine. He’s an excellent fighter,” Melo assured her.
She poked one of the breasts with a fork, turning it over in the pan. When all the pieces were turned, she looked over her shoulder at him.
“You’re certain?”
Melo nodded. “I am, sweetheart.”
He kissed her forehead and sat back down at the table. She still seemed tense, but he wasn’t sure there was anything he could really do about it. Melo didn’t want to expose her to the harsher side of ambush life, but they didn’t have a choice. Although it warred with him to take his sweetheart back to the Florida ambush, because it was a place that held only bad memories for him, there was a part of him that also wanted to share it with her. To revisit all the things in his past that he tried to keep tucked in his memories.
He’d never wanted to share his past with anyone. But as he looked at Tera as she made dinner, he realized that he wanted to share everything with her. Because she’d quickly become the most important person in the world to him. It wasn’t just that his cat pranced in his mind every time she came into a room, or that his cock was in a perpetual state of hardness whenever thoughts of her roamed through his mind, or that he didn’t think he could fall asleep without having her in his arms. No, it wasn’t just those things; it was that he was falling in love with her.
He’d never been in love before. And he was glad for that. He was glad that Tera, his mate, would be the first and only woman to ever hold his heart.
Chapter 6
On Thursday afternoon, Tahlon watched Tera pack a rolling suitcase that was open on the bed. He leaned against the doorframe and watched her carefully fold her things, muttering under her breath as she counted out the number of items she would need.
Without looking over her shoulder, she said, “Are you certain I don’t need anything dressy, Tahl?”
He loved that she knew he was there without even looking. He knew it was the strength of their bond as mates. He always had a sense of where she was in the house.
“I’m sure, love.” He crossed the bedroom to stand behind her, sliding his hands around her waist. Dipping his head to kiss the crux of her neck, he smiled when she tipped her head to the side and leaned back against him. She was so responsive. He’d never known another woman like her.
Her skin was soft, and he couldn’t resist a taste, opening his mouth and licking across the mating marks that filled him with pride. She shivered, making a small noise in her throat. Her hands came to rest on his.
Bringing his thoughts back to the matter at hand, he said, “We’re only going to be there three days at the most. We’ll arrive tomorrow night, and the king and queen will greet us and invite us for dinner. Then Saturday we’ll get my place packed up. The fight to leave the ambush will happen that night. We’ll leave Sunday morning and come home. There won’t be any parties or anything. It’s a somber time, love, not a time of celebration.”
“It’s a time of celebration for us, though.” She peeked over her shoulder at him with a small smile.
“You’re worried.” It wasn’t a question, but a statement. Melo could see clearly in her eyes that she was concerned about the fight Tahlon would endure in order to leave the ambush.
“Why does leaving an ambush have to involve blood? When I left my coven, it was just a simple ceremony.”
He frowned, rubbing his hand across her back in soothing circles. “It’s the way of our people. When we joined, we pledged our loyalty to the king and queen, promised to protect the ambush at all costs. To choose to leave means breaking a promise, and a broken promise requires blood.”
She turned her attention back to the pan and the sizzling chicken breasts. “I don’t understand it, and I sure as hell don’t like it.”
“Tahlon will be fine. He’s an excellent fighter,” Melo assured her.
She poked one of the breasts with a fork, turning it over in the pan. When all the pieces were turned, she looked over her shoulder at him.
“You’re certain?”
Melo nodded. “I am, sweetheart.”
He kissed her forehead and sat back down at the table. She still seemed tense, but he wasn’t sure there was anything he could really do about it. Melo didn’t want to expose her to the harsher side of ambush life, but they didn’t have a choice. Although it warred with him to take his sweetheart back to the Florida ambush, because it was a place that held only bad memories for him, there was a part of him that also wanted to share it with her. To revisit all the things in his past that he tried to keep tucked in his memories.
He’d never wanted to share his past with anyone. But as he looked at Tera as she made dinner, he realized that he wanted to share everything with her. Because she’d quickly become the most important person in the world to him. It wasn’t just that his cat pranced in his mind every time she came into a room, or that his cock was in a perpetual state of hardness whenever thoughts of her roamed through his mind, or that he didn’t think he could fall asleep without having her in his arms. No, it wasn’t just those things; it was that he was falling in love with her.
He’d never been in love before. And he was glad for that. He was glad that Tera, his mate, would be the first and only woman to ever hold his heart.
Chapter 6
On Thursday afternoon, Tahlon watched Tera pack a rolling suitcase that was open on the bed. He leaned against the doorframe and watched her carefully fold her things, muttering under her breath as she counted out the number of items she would need.
Without looking over her shoulder, she said, “Are you certain I don’t need anything dressy, Tahl?”
He loved that she knew he was there without even looking. He knew it was the strength of their bond as mates. He always had a sense of where she was in the house.
“I’m sure, love.” He crossed the bedroom to stand behind her, sliding his hands around her waist. Dipping his head to kiss the crux of her neck, he smiled when she tipped her head to the side and leaned back against him. She was so responsive. He’d never known another woman like her.
Her skin was soft, and he couldn’t resist a taste, opening his mouth and licking across the mating marks that filled him with pride. She shivered, making a small noise in her throat. Her hands came to rest on his.
Bringing his thoughts back to the matter at hand, he said, “We’re only going to be there three days at the most. We’ll arrive tomorrow night, and the king and queen will greet us and invite us for dinner. Then Saturday we’ll get my place packed up. The fight to leave the ambush will happen that night. We’ll leave Sunday morning and come home. There won’t be any parties or anything. It’s a somber time, love, not a time of celebration.”
“It’s a time of celebration for us, though.” She peeked over her shoulder at him with a small smile.
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