But you need to do this. If the man who took your mother gets the drop on us before my friends get here, we could be in serious trouble.”
“It’s too much. I’m not good with new.”
“You’re good with me.”
“I pretend to know what I’m doing. I don’t know anything except what the women teach me. What you want is too much.”
He nuzzled the side of her neck. His warmth breath made her skin tingle. She wanted …something. His emotions pushed harder, squeezing through her barrier. Comfort seeped into her, coating her soul.
“Better?”
She nodded.
“I promise you won’t drown.”
Citlani wasn’t sure about that, but something in the magick swirling between them convinced her he was telling the truth. They were bonded. He’d promised to help her. Why couldn’t she just trust that?
“I’ll try.”
The rush that followed nearly put her on her knees. Magick swirled around her and through her entire being. Tomás’ emotions filled up that empty place in her soul that had always ached.
He completed her, but there was still so much more she didn’t understand about life about relationships. Her mother had taught her to fear intimacy, but Tomás embraced it.
Feelings of acceptance and love washed over her. He didn’t even know her and he was all the way in.
Willing to help her do anything she needed.
She gasped a breath in and out. In and out.
He was still behind her. Still holding her. It was overwhelming to feel so much, but she wasn’t alone. She’d never be alone again.
Tomás—being married, having a mate—was so much more than she could’ve imagined.
T he sky across the ocean reminded Tomás of a mural painting. Pinks and purples, blues, oranges. They’d come to the last rise on the edge of the city and the lights from the taller buildings lit up the coast like the Vegas strip.
He wanted to stand there and enjoy it with Lani—preferably without Zolin breathing down everyone’s neck. But they weren’t free to do that.
Tomás needed the Huichol to help him stand up to Lani’s father. They would have to confront the man, there was no doubt about it. He just wished they could’ve done it with her in Timbuktu, instead of the lion’s den.
“We’ll go to the market first,” Zolin said from behind them. “It will be closed, but if I must, I can shift in one of the dark corners.”
“Let’s hope it won’t come to that.” He took Lani’s hand and pulled her down the hill, toward a turnabout that turned into a street. “As soon as we find out whether her mother is here, I’d like to get her out of Choaca.”
It wasn’t safe.
“I have wondered if he might have taken her mother back to Guadalajara,” Zolin said. “Since that’s where you said this brothel was.”
Tomás’ insides roiled. He hadn’t been certain he should tell Zolin or Lani about what they’d found in Guadalajara, but the walk down the mountain had been so long, and he’d run out of excuses not to.
The thought of what might’ve happened if Lani’s mother hadn’t escaped… Tomás couldn’t stop rolling it over in his mind.
“Do you feel anything?” Zolin asked.
Lani shook her head. This time, when Tomás took her hand, she didn’t pull away, and walked beside him all the way into the street. They hadn’t walked more than a few feet past the first building when his phone began to buzz.
With a little squeal, she jumped. “Is it bars?” She looked across his body at his phone with wide eyes.
He glanced at the little window that popped up. Missed calls and voicemails from Maggie Gallagher. He swiped at the screen and went to listen.
“Call me right away. Alex found the men of the mountains.” Maggie sounded out of breath. Her next three messages were all more than a minute long. Should he call her back? Listen to the messages?
“Is it bars?” Lani asked again.
“It is.” He deleted the first of Maggie’s messages and tapped on the next one. Alex Sureda’s tone was clipped
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