“Stay,”she whispers, aloud, in my mind, in my soul.
I should leave.
I close my eyes.
Soon.
But she asked me to stay.
And her darkness didn’t flinch. It reached for me. It didn’t recoil, it pulled me closer.
And for tonight, that’s enough.
I’ll stay. Because I hate myself less with her.
Chapter 37: Jasmine
He stayed.
Both brothers are still asleep. Ezekial’s arms are wrapped around my waist, soft breaths tickling my ear. Kane’s beneath me, my cheek and hand on his chest, hearing the steady thrum of his heart.
Kane stayed.
After I—
The memory scorches me. The way he melted, how his hands sought me as if starving, kissed like he wanted to drown in me.
But he wasn’t himself. Not really.
He came to me broken, lost in the same darkness that dragged Ezekial under, and I—
I fucking kissed him.
A sick feeling curdles in my stomach.
Did I take advantage of him? After everything he told me about his past….
How could I do that to him?
I felt his pain, how desperately he needed to be grounded, and instead of comforting him, I…
The sickness builds, and I suddenly feel too hot. My skin’s too tight.
I don’t know what last night was—if it was a mistake, wrong, something more—but the only thing I do know is that…
Is that…
I don’t want to leave.
I don’t want him to leave.
I don’t want either of them to leave.
“You’re thinking so loudly, ana mea.” Ezekial’s sleepy voice slips into my mind. Low, raspy andridiculouslyerotic.
My eyes fly open.“You’re awake?”
“We are.”And Kane’s morning voice is just as lethal—the rasp, thegrit.
