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“Holy shit, Eve!” Nassa exhales from behind me, yanking me out of my fixation.
I turn around and scan her. “Are you alright? Sorry I knocked you over.”
“I’m fine. Thank you for doing that. I can’t believe my protection spell didn’t work,” she says in a strangled voice. “And what the fuck, you shoot light beams now?” she interrogates.
I scan my body and focus on my trembling hands. “Apparently.”
We stand there for a moment just waiting. I’m not sure for what, maybe my head to explode or something. Nassa collects herself first and grabs my wrist, pulling me to leave.
“Come on, we need to find the others,” she informs.
“Buttercup?” Gage’s curious voice lingers in the archway. “What are you doing here?”
I’m still staring at my hands in fascination when Nassa finally answers him.
“We thought it would be best to follow Eve,” she responds with a guilty tone.
“We?” Gage inquires while brushing ash off his clothing. Guess he took care of the sister.
Instantly, my body warms and the bonding hum rattles my soul. Asher steps up next to Gage, his face unreadable. His eyes are wild, like he’s ready to kill something, or someone.
Gage raises his brows. “Stalking her is not protection, old friend.”
Asher’s lips purse and he looks away. “I sent Nassa in, Gage. I remained out here.”
Gage nods with a curious look on his face and steps aside, letting Asher approach me.
“You alright, siren?” Asher asks with genuine concern.
“I’m fine.” My hands are still shaky and he notices.
I’m really not fine. Between the snakes, almost becoming a stone statue, and shooting lightning bolts, I’m on the verge of a meltdown, but I don’t want him to know that. Instead, I lift my chin and push my shoulders back, attempting to appear strong and unaffected.
“What about you, buttercup?” Gage angles his head to Nassa.
“Don’t I look fine?” she barks.
Gage smirks at her and digs in his pocket for a cigarette. “Yes. You do.” He winks.
“Keep it in your pants, Gallagher.” She glares at him.
Gage puts the end of his cigarette into his mouth before lighting and inhaling the nicotine. On an exhale, he rubs his thumb sexily over his bottom lip, studying Nassa’s nonverbal cues.
“Both gorgons are gone then?” he asks.
“Yep,” Nassa answers, popping her p.
Asher and I just stare at one another, in some sort of trance. Ignoring the discussion going on around us. Given everything that just occurred in the last twenty minutes, it’s strange that I’m out of breath and my body is on alert, because of him.
“Do you know how fucking hard it was to sit out here, knowing you were in danger, siren?” Asher asks in a cool tone.
“I took care of it.”
“You took care of it?” he repeats in disbelief.
My jaw tightens at his lack of faith in me. “Must be all that amazing training.”
Asher’s lips press in a line as he stares down at me. “Gorgons can turn you into stone if you look into their eyes, which you did, siren. Yet, you’re not stone?”
“Maybe the divination of redemption works both ways, once mated,” I offer.
My words seem to catch him off guard. “Do not come back here without a protector.”
I cross my arms and step to him. “Stop bossing me around, gargoyle.”
“It’s my job to protect you, siren,” he growls.
Nassa sighs. “Gallagher, let’s go pretend we’re not listening on the other side of the arch.”
“You good, love?” Gage asks around his cigarette.
“She’s fine, Gage,” Asher answers on my behalf.
“I can speak for myself,” I snap out.
“Then do so, sweetheart,” Asher taunts.
“That’s our cue. Shall we, buttercup?” Gage puts a loose arm around Nassa’s shoulders and directs her to the other side of the archway, leaving Asher and me in our standoff.
“What is your problem?” I ask.
“What is my…I don’t have a fucking problem,
“Holy shit, Eve!” Nassa exhales from behind me, yanking me out of my fixation.
I turn around and scan her. “Are you alright? Sorry I knocked you over.”
“I’m fine. Thank you for doing that. I can’t believe my protection spell didn’t work,” she says in a strangled voice. “And what the fuck, you shoot light beams now?” she interrogates.
I scan my body and focus on my trembling hands. “Apparently.”
We stand there for a moment just waiting. I’m not sure for what, maybe my head to explode or something. Nassa collects herself first and grabs my wrist, pulling me to leave.
“Come on, we need to find the others,” she informs.
“Buttercup?” Gage’s curious voice lingers in the archway. “What are you doing here?”
I’m still staring at my hands in fascination when Nassa finally answers him.
“We thought it would be best to follow Eve,” she responds with a guilty tone.
“We?” Gage inquires while brushing ash off his clothing. Guess he took care of the sister.
Instantly, my body warms and the bonding hum rattles my soul. Asher steps up next to Gage, his face unreadable. His eyes are wild, like he’s ready to kill something, or someone.
Gage raises his brows. “Stalking her is not protection, old friend.”
Asher’s lips purse and he looks away. “I sent Nassa in, Gage. I remained out here.”
Gage nods with a curious look on his face and steps aside, letting Asher approach me.
“You alright, siren?” Asher asks with genuine concern.
“I’m fine.” My hands are still shaky and he notices.
I’m really not fine. Between the snakes, almost becoming a stone statue, and shooting lightning bolts, I’m on the verge of a meltdown, but I don’t want him to know that. Instead, I lift my chin and push my shoulders back, attempting to appear strong and unaffected.
“What about you, buttercup?” Gage angles his head to Nassa.
“Don’t I look fine?” she barks.
Gage smirks at her and digs in his pocket for a cigarette. “Yes. You do.” He winks.
“Keep it in your pants, Gallagher.” She glares at him.
Gage puts the end of his cigarette into his mouth before lighting and inhaling the nicotine. On an exhale, he rubs his thumb sexily over his bottom lip, studying Nassa’s nonverbal cues.
“Both gorgons are gone then?” he asks.
“Yep,” Nassa answers, popping her p.
Asher and I just stare at one another, in some sort of trance. Ignoring the discussion going on around us. Given everything that just occurred in the last twenty minutes, it’s strange that I’m out of breath and my body is on alert, because of him.
“Do you know how fucking hard it was to sit out here, knowing you were in danger, siren?” Asher asks in a cool tone.
“I took care of it.”
“You took care of it?” he repeats in disbelief.
My jaw tightens at his lack of faith in me. “Must be all that amazing training.”
Asher’s lips press in a line as he stares down at me. “Gorgons can turn you into stone if you look into their eyes, which you did, siren. Yet, you’re not stone?”
“Maybe the divination of redemption works both ways, once mated,” I offer.
My words seem to catch him off guard. “Do not come back here without a protector.”
I cross my arms and step to him. “Stop bossing me around, gargoyle.”
“It’s my job to protect you, siren,” he growls.
Nassa sighs. “Gallagher, let’s go pretend we’re not listening on the other side of the arch.”
“You good, love?” Gage asks around his cigarette.
“She’s fine, Gage,” Asher answers on my behalf.
“I can speak for myself,” I snap out.
“Then do so, sweetheart,” Asher taunts.
“That’s our cue. Shall we, buttercup?” Gage puts a loose arm around Nassa’s shoulders and directs her to the other side of the archway, leaving Asher and me in our standoff.
“What is your problem?” I ask.
“What is my…I don’t have a fucking problem,
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