And I know that rage isn’t just for me, it’s also for Kane.
I just want to kiss her. Her sincerity, her fury. The way she feels all of this for us.
But her words… they twist something sharp in my chest.
“It’s funny,” I say with a quiet laugh. She stiffens, eyes narrowing into blazing slits, so I quickly continue, “You’re so sure I’m still an angel, but you won’t believe that you are.”
I edge closer, brushing my nose with hers and hearing her breath catch.
“You see the light in me, Jasmine. Start seeing it in yourself. Because when we look at you, that’s what we see. And more.” Her fierce gaze softens, shifting into something more… hungry. “You’re so much more.”
I don’t know who moves first, maybe we both do, but my hands are in her hair, and hers are gripping my face, and there’s no space left between us. Just heat and breath and everything we’ve yet to say.
But we’ll have eternity to say it.
And the way she kisses me… like it hurts, like she’s angry, like she’s desperate to prove something to me—to herself.
I kiss her back like I’m starving, until we finally pull apart. Our foreheads rest together, and our breaths tangle.
“Tell me what you are again?” she whispers, a teasing smirk curving her swollen lips, provoking my darkness to no end.
“Yours,” I murmur, mouth brushing hers.
She gasps, then laughs sweetly. “That’s not what I meant and you know it.”
I kiss her again, never stopping as I say in her mind,“But that’s all that matters. You are all that matters, ana mea.”
Chapter 32: Jasmine
“Why do you look like that?”Sai snaps.
My fingers tighten around the tablet, the screen blurring for a second before I blink it away. I keep rereading the same information about each Lead Commander, the information Zeek provided me this morning. On his tablet.
After I lefthisapartment. After he pinned me to the bed and refused to let me go until I cameagain—
I shake my head clear, but I don’t look up, because Sai wasn’t speaking to me, and he doesn’t know I heard him.
Sai scoffs.“Don’t ignore me.”
Ezekial finally acknowledges him with a loud sigh, and I glance up in time to see him glaring at Sai.
“Look like what, Sai?”
“Like a cat that got a shit tonne of whipped cream.”
Julien, standing beside Sai, frowns.“I don’t believe that’s quite the analogy.”
Ignoring Julien, Sai points at Ezekial.“That’s the face of a smug bastard.”
The air hums violently, giving me another reason to look over, but Ezekial remains unfazed, staring right back. Calm and expressionless.
Sai goes quiet, too quiet, then his lips curl into a slow, devious smirk.“Don’t wanna talk? Fine.”He shrugs. “By the way, have you told our girl about the hotel yet?”
“Sai.”Zeek’s gaze narrows into icy steel.
His eyes gleam.“The cameras?”
What is Sai talking about? The hotel? What cameras—
