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his wife a few more times. God, I’d turned into such a sap.
He rocked up to his feet abruptly, causing me to topple over as he stared down at me wearing a silly grin—as if both confused and happy about something. “You liked it when I called you my wife.”
Damn . My cheeks heated as I rolled my rotund self out of bed and scrambled to find a shirt. Anything so I didn’t have to show him how red I imagined my face to be. “Yeah. So what? That’s what I am, isn’t it?”
“Come here.”
Stooping to snatch up my pants, I said, “Nuh-uh. Busy. Stuff to do. You know, the world’s about to end again, blah, blah, blah. What else is new, right?”
“I want to see my wife blush, because she’s so damned cute when she does.” His voice had gone bedroom husky, a tease to send my nerve endings into dancing fits.
I snorted, unable to contain the laughter that came tumbling out. “Oh, fuck off and get dressed already before I pull my moves and kick the crap out of you. Don’t think I won’t just because you’re my baby’s daddy.”
Just as I finished tugging my shirt over my head, Liam grabbed me and pressed his lips to mine, possessive, demanding, claiming me so completely it was as if he’d marked me. It wasn’t a sensation I would have imagined enjoying or accepting, but I did without hesitation. Mine . “Your scent is so thick on me right now, you’ll be with me all afternoon. Be careful, do you hear me?”
I nodded, savoring the tingling in my swollen lips. I snuck in a few more pecks before hopping one-legged into my pink yoga pants and making for the door. Once there, hand on the knob, I turned. “I love you.”
Instead of saying it back, he pushed his emotions out to me, raw and visceral, nearly flattening me with the profoundness of it. While I struggled to breathe, he smiled and pulled on black dress pants. Before I started blubbering like a baby at having to leave my security blanket behind, I raced off down the white hallway and took the transport down.
Liam loved me in a way that made the tiny shred of a romantic that existed inside me cry. To save that, I’d have done just about anything. It gave me courage, more than I had on my own, and dammit, I didn’t care how much of a sap that made me.
It was time to get to work. First stop: the Overseers.
7
I stood in the grand hall, soaking in the serenity to chase away the dread in my bones. On either side of the thoroughfare, white columns rose from floor to high ceiling along the walls, stretching all the way to the gigantic wooden doors at the far end. Behind the columns, little alcoves jutted out, complete with window benches below stained glass where light from the liquid sky filtered through. I’d whiled away a few afternoons there, reading, my legs propped up on Liam’s lap while he massaged my feet and watched me with that hungry gaze of his. Half of the time, the book could have been upside down and I wouldn’t have noticed, too distracted by his touch and the utter peace his presence gifted me with.
I stepped out into the day more determined than ever to come up with some answers. Brígh saved me the trouble of looking for her, as she sat on the bottom step of the castle waiting for me. Her pink T-shirt sported wrinkles and stains, as if the whole city had cried on her shoulder, and circles of dirt and grass stains decorated the knees of her light blue jeans. The hunch of her shoulders let me know her day hadn’t been any less shitty than mine.
After a few moments of watching her eerie stillness, I descended and sat on the step beside her. A glance at her profile no longer reflected a girl of nineteen years, but a woman who’d seen too much horror to hold onto her innocence a moment longer. At some point, when I wasn’t looking, her youth had grown black wings and fled into the horizon. If it had been within my powers, I’d have given it back to her.
Arms wrapped around her knees, Brígh gazed off into places I couldn’t
He rocked up to his feet abruptly, causing me to topple over as he stared down at me wearing a silly grin—as if both confused and happy about something. “You liked it when I called you my wife.”
Damn . My cheeks heated as I rolled my rotund self out of bed and scrambled to find a shirt. Anything so I didn’t have to show him how red I imagined my face to be. “Yeah. So what? That’s what I am, isn’t it?”
“Come here.”
Stooping to snatch up my pants, I said, “Nuh-uh. Busy. Stuff to do. You know, the world’s about to end again, blah, blah, blah. What else is new, right?”
“I want to see my wife blush, because she’s so damned cute when she does.” His voice had gone bedroom husky, a tease to send my nerve endings into dancing fits.
I snorted, unable to contain the laughter that came tumbling out. “Oh, fuck off and get dressed already before I pull my moves and kick the crap out of you. Don’t think I won’t just because you’re my baby’s daddy.”
Just as I finished tugging my shirt over my head, Liam grabbed me and pressed his lips to mine, possessive, demanding, claiming me so completely it was as if he’d marked me. It wasn’t a sensation I would have imagined enjoying or accepting, but I did without hesitation. Mine . “Your scent is so thick on me right now, you’ll be with me all afternoon. Be careful, do you hear me?”
I nodded, savoring the tingling in my swollen lips. I snuck in a few more pecks before hopping one-legged into my pink yoga pants and making for the door. Once there, hand on the knob, I turned. “I love you.”
Instead of saying it back, he pushed his emotions out to me, raw and visceral, nearly flattening me with the profoundness of it. While I struggled to breathe, he smiled and pulled on black dress pants. Before I started blubbering like a baby at having to leave my security blanket behind, I raced off down the white hallway and took the transport down.
Liam loved me in a way that made the tiny shred of a romantic that existed inside me cry. To save that, I’d have done just about anything. It gave me courage, more than I had on my own, and dammit, I didn’t care how much of a sap that made me.
It was time to get to work. First stop: the Overseers.
7
I stood in the grand hall, soaking in the serenity to chase away the dread in my bones. On either side of the thoroughfare, white columns rose from floor to high ceiling along the walls, stretching all the way to the gigantic wooden doors at the far end. Behind the columns, little alcoves jutted out, complete with window benches below stained glass where light from the liquid sky filtered through. I’d whiled away a few afternoons there, reading, my legs propped up on Liam’s lap while he massaged my feet and watched me with that hungry gaze of his. Half of the time, the book could have been upside down and I wouldn’t have noticed, too distracted by his touch and the utter peace his presence gifted me with.
I stepped out into the day more determined than ever to come up with some answers. Brígh saved me the trouble of looking for her, as she sat on the bottom step of the castle waiting for me. Her pink T-shirt sported wrinkles and stains, as if the whole city had cried on her shoulder, and circles of dirt and grass stains decorated the knees of her light blue jeans. The hunch of her shoulders let me know her day hadn’t been any less shitty than mine.
After a few moments of watching her eerie stillness, I descended and sat on the step beside her. A glance at her profile no longer reflected a girl of nineteen years, but a woman who’d seen too much horror to hold onto her innocence a moment longer. At some point, when I wasn’t looking, her youth had grown black wings and fled into the horizon. If it had been within my powers, I’d have given it back to her.
Arms wrapped around her knees, Brígh gazed off into places I couldn’t
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