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follow on his heels, finishing off the roll, and take the bottle of water he hands me. “I must say, I don’t like the idea of you going back into that city without me.”
He talks so low that I barely make out what he just said. I pause mid-sip and lower the bottle from my lips. Screw the lid back on and move into the safety of his arms. “Jaxen,” I say against his chest, “everything will be okay. Weldon is the best partner I could ask for. I trust him… and myself. I know this is the right thing to do. I feel it.”
But even saying that out loud doesn’t sound as sure as I’d like it to.
He rests his chin against the crown of my head and wraps his strong arms around me. I love the way he smells. The leathery, electric scent he gives off. The warmth of his skin and the soft cadence of his beating heart. It’s a paradise I never want to leave; a dream I know I’ll continually have to wake up from.
“Well, I just feel like I’m stuck in a corner I can’t escape from. I know this is one of our only moves, yet I think it’s a stupid one.”
“You only think that because I have to go.”
“Maybe,” he says, his chest expanding as he breathes in.
“Will you two get a room?” Weldon says as he strolls past us from the kitchen.
“Gladly,” Jaxen says, taking me by the hand. He guides me up the stairs and down the hall to our shared room, and then shuts the door with his foot. I halfway expect him to throw me down and devour me the way I suddenly want him to, but he doesn’t. He just stands there in front of me, staring at me with his deep, sullen gaze.
“What is it?” I ask, setting my water down next to his on the small table by the door.
“Nothing,” he lies. He walks past me and sits on the end of the bed.
I move next to him, curling up under his arms. “What if… what if I kept the connection open between us?”
He looks down at the affinity mark on my arm, an awkward-shaped heart, and then over at me. “You mean through the bond?”
I nod.
The green in his eyes brightens a little, like a cloud parting just enough to allow small rays of light to pass through.
“You’d know everything that was happening, that way you won’t have to worry the whole time we’re gone.”
He squeezes me a little tighter. “I guess that would help,” he says through our connection. He leans back, pulling me with him, and I curl up against his side, laying my head against his chest. “Let me just hold you until you have to go.”
“You act like I’m not going to come back.”
He doesn’t say anything to that.
NIGHT FALLS FASTER THAN WE all anticipate, and with it brings a tension no positive words can penetrate.
A flighty feeling settles into my joints, making it impossible for me to sit still. My thoughts are crowded inside my head, knocking into one another like bumper cars. I just want to go already. Want to have Sterling tell me that I made the right move. So much can go wrong. So little can go right.
This has to be the right decision.
No room for mistakes.
“You’re going to wear a hole in the floor if you keep pacing like that,” Weldon says from the corner of the kitchen. He’s halfway inside a shadow, slowly sipping on a glass filled with someone’s blood.
I have half a mind to ask him who the blood came from. Was it a female? A male? Was it given willingly? How did he get it?
His fingers snap in the air, grabbing my attention. “Hey,” he barks out, “did you hear me? Pacing isn’t going to do you any good. Save the energy.”
“I can’t sit still,” I admit, looking away from his glass and over at Jaxen, who’s twirling the tip of his flux against the kitchen table. He hasn’t moved since dinner. He hasn’t said a word either.
“How much longer on the brew?” Weldon calls across the room.
Jezi doesn’t look away from the pot on the stove when she answers. “Five minutes.” She reaches her left arm across her right, which is continually stirring
He talks so low that I barely make out what he just said. I pause mid-sip and lower the bottle from my lips. Screw the lid back on and move into the safety of his arms. “Jaxen,” I say against his chest, “everything will be okay. Weldon is the best partner I could ask for. I trust him… and myself. I know this is the right thing to do. I feel it.”
But even saying that out loud doesn’t sound as sure as I’d like it to.
He rests his chin against the crown of my head and wraps his strong arms around me. I love the way he smells. The leathery, electric scent he gives off. The warmth of his skin and the soft cadence of his beating heart. It’s a paradise I never want to leave; a dream I know I’ll continually have to wake up from.
“Well, I just feel like I’m stuck in a corner I can’t escape from. I know this is one of our only moves, yet I think it’s a stupid one.”
“You only think that because I have to go.”
“Maybe,” he says, his chest expanding as he breathes in.
“Will you two get a room?” Weldon says as he strolls past us from the kitchen.
“Gladly,” Jaxen says, taking me by the hand. He guides me up the stairs and down the hall to our shared room, and then shuts the door with his foot. I halfway expect him to throw me down and devour me the way I suddenly want him to, but he doesn’t. He just stands there in front of me, staring at me with his deep, sullen gaze.
“What is it?” I ask, setting my water down next to his on the small table by the door.
“Nothing,” he lies. He walks past me and sits on the end of the bed.
I move next to him, curling up under his arms. “What if… what if I kept the connection open between us?”
He looks down at the affinity mark on my arm, an awkward-shaped heart, and then over at me. “You mean through the bond?”
I nod.
The green in his eyes brightens a little, like a cloud parting just enough to allow small rays of light to pass through.
“You’d know everything that was happening, that way you won’t have to worry the whole time we’re gone.”
He squeezes me a little tighter. “I guess that would help,” he says through our connection. He leans back, pulling me with him, and I curl up against his side, laying my head against his chest. “Let me just hold you until you have to go.”
“You act like I’m not going to come back.”
He doesn’t say anything to that.
NIGHT FALLS FASTER THAN WE all anticipate, and with it brings a tension no positive words can penetrate.
A flighty feeling settles into my joints, making it impossible for me to sit still. My thoughts are crowded inside my head, knocking into one another like bumper cars. I just want to go already. Want to have Sterling tell me that I made the right move. So much can go wrong. So little can go right.
This has to be the right decision.
No room for mistakes.
“You’re going to wear a hole in the floor if you keep pacing like that,” Weldon says from the corner of the kitchen. He’s halfway inside a shadow, slowly sipping on a glass filled with someone’s blood.
I have half a mind to ask him who the blood came from. Was it a female? A male? Was it given willingly? How did he get it?
His fingers snap in the air, grabbing my attention. “Hey,” he barks out, “did you hear me? Pacing isn’t going to do you any good. Save the energy.”
“I can’t sit still,” I admit, looking away from his glass and over at Jaxen, who’s twirling the tip of his flux against the kitchen table. He hasn’t moved since dinner. He hasn’t said a word either.
“How much longer on the brew?” Weldon calls across the room.
Jezi doesn’t look away from the pot on the stove when she answers. “Five minutes.” She reaches her left arm across her right, which is continually stirring
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