, and so can the outcomes. It’ll be up to you to save her. She will try to save her sister, even stepping in front of a bullet. What are you going to do about it?”
“I’m going to keep her safe.” What else could he do?
“The strength of two conjoined will always be stronger than one.”
“What are you saying? Go through with the Destined One ceremony? Bind her to me?” Would Ella agree to go through the ceremony?
“Your powers will merge. It will take both of you to save her.”
Garrett rubbed a hand over his eyes. Damek and the other Guardians had ported back to headquarters with the prisoners. The man who fell off the cliff died on impact.
Mabel had been informed of the incident and gave Garrett leave to stay with Gabriella until she felt well enough to return to London with him. The only one left from Brenna’s coven was Brenna herself.
That should have been welcome news, but Gabriella had shared what she saw in the scrying mirror tonight. Venetia might be right when she said this was the tip of the iceberg.
“You should go to bed. Things will be clearer in the morning.” Venetia said to Garrett, as she rested her hand on his shoulder. The touch was comforting and reminded him of his mother. Venetia smiled and headed for the stairs. “I won’t offer you the couch. I know you’ll want to be with your Destined One.”
“I just want to know she’ s safe. I could have lost her tonight.”
“I understand. You’re a good boy, Garrett. I knew your mother, Arethusa. I knew she would raise you right. Goodnight.”
Garrett watched the older woman make her way up the stairs before he rose and let himself into Gabriella’s room. Her light breathing assured him she continued to sleep. He made his way into the bathroom and took a quick shower. His clothes were a muddy mess. But he would worry about that in the morning. Right now, he wanted to hold Gabriella close and get some sleep. He pulled back the covers on the other side of the bed and climbed in. Rolling on his side, he snuggled up against her back and threw a leg over hers. With his arm around her waist, he buried his head in her neck, breathing her scent into his lungs. Everything about this woman called to him. Sighing, he remembered the look of terror on her face when she saw him on the cliff. Could she ever forgive him for using the nullifying bracelet on her?
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Gabriella held perfectly still. Garrett lay wrapped around her, his relaxed weight and steady breathing letting her know he slept. The morning sun filtered through the curtains on the window, and the rhythmic sound of surf hitting the beach played quietly in the background. The smell of coffee and something baking in the oven filled the air.
Part of her wanted to run away from him, and the other part wanted to know what it was like to be loved by your Destined One. There were so many tales of Destined Ones and the love they shared.
Running away hadn’t worked before , and she was almost certain that those men who attacked her last night had been sent by her sister and the blood cult. Her own sister wanted her dead. The visuals she received last night in the scrying mirror were scary and bizarre. This blood cult was much more organized than just her sister’s coven.
Garrett sighed and his arms tightened around her. A thrill of excitement ran down her spine. He nuzzled her hair, then kissed her neck. “Are you awake?”
Time to face her destiny . Pretending to be asleep seemed cowardly. “Yes. Good morning.”
“Hmm, you taste so sweet. Your skin is so soft. I think I could stay right here forever.”
Gabriella chuckled. He seemed so surprised. “Right here? I think we would starve to death.”
“Are you hungry?” He rolled to his back, taking her with him. She landed draped over his chest, her hand against his heart. She resisted the need to run her hand down his chest and feel each muscle she knew lay beneath his skin.
“Yes, aren’t you? We need to eat a
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