I could trust him now, one hundred percent. He’d shunned Saldrea and nearly died because of it. If that wasn’t proof I could trust him… nothing ever would be.
And oddly… Iwantedto trust him. This was a new feeling for me. I’d never wanted to get close enough to trust a man, because when they eventually left me, I’d be devastated. But Vyns wouldn’t leave me, not willingly. Though, if he died…
No. I couldn’t keep thinking like that.
Everyone died eventually.
If I never let anyone in because I feared they’d die… I’d live a damned lonely life. Hell,I’d been livinga damned lonely life.
But I had Myel. He’d be with me no matter what.
And now… Vyns was fully devoted to me as well.
Rook… I was still uncertain about.
What was a girl to do with men like that?
Well, if I was going to stop being afraid of losing people, then I simply had to enjoy the time I had with them… all of them… right?
My spirit assured me this was the right call, warming more as I thought about adding Vyns to my growing list of friends with benefits.
“So… you’ll doanythingfor me?” I asked, tone light, a bit joking.
“Anything,” he said, serious, dedicated, caring.
“Make my pain go away,” I whispered, as my heart began to pound. Because the only sure-fire way to ease this pain was an orgasm.
Was I really doing this?
I was.
“I don’t know much of healing,” he said, earnest, apologetic.
My lips quirked in a half-smile. “Something tells me you knowthistype of healing,” I breathed as I used my hands, resting on my stomach to scrunch up my dress, pulling the skirt higher. It was the same dress I’d worn yesterday; I had no other clothes. Which meant I also had no undergarments, and when the hem of my dress crept up far enough to reveal that to Vyns, his eyes went wide, pupils dilating with heated hunger. “A little magic with your fingers should do the trick.”
“Izzy,” he breathed. That warm blanket around me gotdamned hot, nearly sweltering, but… in a good way. It was like a sauna or hot-tub, already starting to ease away my pain.
Wow.
His free hand stroked down my arm to my hand, covering it, holding it.
“Are you sure?” he asked, his gaze dragging up my body to my eyes.
“Do I seem unsure?”
“No.”
“Do you want me?”
“Yes.” Barely a breath, desperate. He looked around. “But… here?”
Ah… yeah… no. Rook had a class he assisted with this afternoon. He shouldn’t be back for a bit.
“Next door, through the bathroom.”
“Whose room is that?”
“A friend’s. They won’t be back for a while.”
