He watched her closely and chanced a step forward. “Is something wrong?”
“Fuck you,” she snapped. “I can’t even enjoy sleeping.” She glared at him, and he smiled widely.
“It’s not unusual for me to be the star of someone’s dreams.” Advancing forward, he glanced at her lips. “But it’s usually more fun than this.”
She tried to push him back, but he stood firm. “I wouldn’t touch you with a ten-foot pole.”
He wet his lips and let his eyes run the length of her body.“Why do you think you haven’t already?”
Red colored her cheeks as the storm clouds in her grey eyes grew darker. “I prefer not to sleep with the man who murdered my sister.”
Caius watched her anger rise, and for a split second, the temptation to tell her everything overwhelmed him, but she wouldn’t believe him. He couldn’t risk her safety, anyway. Her reaction to him tonight was proof he was right. She would go straight to Gedeon and get herself killed.
“Why do you think I killed your sister?” he asked instead.
“I saw you with my own eyes, and I know you have her soul,” she sneered. “This might be a dream, but I will find you, and when I do, I will enjoy watching the life drain from your eyes.”
Yes. He definitely made the right decision in not telling her.
The truth in her words reminded him of how she killed Tallent and condemned Nina. She was her own brutal version of the Scalesof Justice, who waited for no one to pass judgment on the wicked, not when she could do it herself.
She was a stunning little savage, inside and out.
“Have you ever heard of twins, Miss Raven?” he asked. “Shapeshifting potions perhaps?” Rubbing his jaw, he winked. “I am quite handsome. It would not be unheard of for someone to desire my looks.”
A flicker of doubt crossed her features so quickly that he would have missed it if he didn’t know her like the back of his hand.
It didn’t last long. “I know what I saw.” The anguish in her eyes killed him.
“I didn’t kill your sister, Rory.” He hadn’t meant to say it, but her pain would always be his weakness.
“Don’t call me that,” she fumed and walked away.
Much to her obvious dismay, he followed her, and when she whirled on him, he couldn’t help but smile at the annoyance on her pretty face. “Go away.”
He’d never smiled so much in his life, and his cheeks hurt from it, but seeing her again was a new kind of high. “No.”
She studiously ignored him and sat on the plush ground. His long legs folded as he sat across from her. When he leaned back on his hands, her eyes landed on his naked torso, and pain pricked his tongue as he bit down to keep from laughing at her flustered state.
“Do you like what you see, Miss Raven? You can touch if you’d like.”
Her lip curled. “You are vile.”
“That’s not what you said last time.” He fought off a laugh as the apples of her cheeks turned red again. He ached to trail a hand across them.
The room shimmered.“Not yet,”he pleaded silently, not ready to let her go.
“What’s happening?” she asked, waving her hand through the glittering air.
Caiussighed and stood. He didn’t want her to know who actually killed her sister, but he didn’t want her to hate him every time theymet, either. She didn’t need to know it was Gedeon. She only needed to know it wasn’t him.
“I didn’t kill Cora.” He took one last look at her before she was taken away by the morning light. “I’ll make you see that one day, but for now, it’s time to wake up.”
Caius stoodin the shower with his head bent as the hot water pelted his skin. All he wanted was Rory in his arms, but even in the soulscape, she hated him. He’d hoped since their bond solidified before she left that her soul would remember him.
Theoretically, that should be the case, but his mate had always been a wild card.Everything about her was wild.
Remembering their last day together, he groaned as blood rushed downward.
