“Whoa there.” I repeat again, softly this time, trying to get my bearings as the room comes into focus. Jameson’s eyes are fierce as he holds me. I realize that he isn’t letting go.
“Well, that seems to have done the trick,” Mason says, bringing me back into the moment.
His eyes are heated as they watch Jameson and I, and for the first time in forever, my cheeks burn. The fact that Mason was watching us makes me hotter than I care to admit.
It was just a simple kiss, but it feels like more now.
Then I cringe internally. Jameson’s never going to let me live this down.
Twenty
Truth and Other Lies
Exhaustion hits hard.I sleep for what feels like days. My eyes crack open to the darkness of the room only to meet even darker eyes.
Mason’s gaze sweeps across my features, checking every part of me before coming back to my eyes. Warmth and comfort surrounds me. His chest is against mine, his palm slung low on the curve of my hip. Almost my ass. Almost.
What a gentleman.
Another big palm is firm against my abdomen, keeping me safely in place between the two men.
They… stayed with me.
My chest tightens as I think about that. It’s a feeling like anxiety, and in a way, it is. It makes me anxious to think someone might care about me. Nothing good can come of that and we all know it. Caring about someone else puts you at risk. Your own life is less important because theirs is too important.
I can’t let that happen.
But I think I already have.
“I’m glad they didn’t catch you at the League.” My words are barely a small whisper but the way they make me feel is a monstrosity of emotion.
Armond would have killed him.
“I wasn't seen. If someone was aware of me, it was not because I was seen.”
I nod. There are other ways those assassins could have known. Their abilities are endless. I saw that much today.
“Until we understand this new ability, don’t try to use it. I don’t want you hurting yourself or pushing yourself too hard.”
He’s right. I know he is. I just don’t have much control over the ability really. It’s frustrating that I can’t control the power within me.
A quietness settles between us and suddenly, I’m staring at his lips. We’re close. Our mouths are poised so close together there’s barely room for the whispered words between us. I can’t help but let my fingers travel up the hard lines of his chest. His gaze lowers to my hand. Needy energy swirls all through me as I touch him slowly. It feels natural, my hands on his body.
“Were you jealous? In the kitchen.”
He shakes his head just slightly but he doesn’t add anything to my question.
“Were you jealous when Jameson kissed me?”
His head tilts forward, almost demolishing the space between our lips.
“Did you want me to be jealous?”
It isn’t an angry question. It’s a curious question that makes my heartbeat kick up into an impossible speed.
My gaze holds his as I shake my head slowly.
There’s an ache in my chest. Not from power this time. Simply from too much emotion.
