When the bathroom door closes, I head towards the library. I need to find the connection the true fae and Djinn have in relation to spells. Between Emmett’s ability to taste blood and Jax shifting, there is definitely a connection. Even I’ve felt an itching on my back where my wings used to be like they’re trying to grow back, but only when she’s close.
We need to figure out how she can permanently reverse the spell.
EVERLEE - ONE STEP FOWARD, TWO STEPS BACK
Anhourlater,I’mstanding in front of Jax’s bedroom door. That’s how long I take to shower and get the courage to make it down the hall this far. I don’t know why I’m so scared. Usually I wouldn’t give a fuck about his thoughts or how rude he is to me, but this… when- if he pushes me away will be a whole other level.
Trying to push the anxiety out, I take a few rapid, deep breaths, then knock on the door. Oh Goddess, what if he answers? What am I going to do? Going to say? Shit. I should have had a plan before I came down here.
What if he doesn’t answer? That would be the best thing.
Yes. He’s not going to answer. I’ll just leave.
I start to turn around when the door handle clicks.
Damn it.
He’s standing there, chest exposed, with his arm above his head resting on the door frame, wearing only a pair of tight black boxers that sit so freaking low on his hips. Goddamn wet dream.
“I… uh…” I was speechless before, but now I’m speechless and drooling. Not a great combo.
He pushes the door open a little more, inviting me in without speaking.
His room is pitch black, with the hint of the moon shining through his window. I step in and pause just inside the door, not really knowing what I’m doing. What we’re doing…
The door clicks, and he brushes past me and walks to the bed.
Stunned, I look around. He hasn’t said a word to me, but Ifeelhis feelings. Well, at least I think I do. He feels… sad isn’t the right word, neither is depressed, almost like he’s given up, but not that either… he’s just very melancholy, but not that either.
As my eyes adjust, I notice the room has a light blue glow, highlighting the edges of things like they’re covered in soft neon lights. Is this my night vision?
He’s lying in bed, with his hands clasped together under his head.
This is not what I expected. I need the fight, the condescension, the fire. Not this Jax.
“Are you going to just stand there?” His words roll off his tongue.
“I… uh…”
He pats the bed.
What in the fuck is going on? Am I dreaming again? Who is this man?
“Is that all you can say?” There’s a hint of amusement in his voice, causing a wave to pass through my body. It’s a hint of him. Just a glimpse.
Heart racing and skin clammy, I walk over and climb into bed. Leaving ample space between us. His sheets feel like satin on my bare legs, slick and cool to the touch. After my shower, I decided to put on one of Knox’s shirts. I needed to wear something of his, so his positive energy would flow through to me.
Seriously, what the fuck is going on?
The hairs on my body are standing on end, reaching out towards him, wanting to touch him, but I don’t move.
Call me marble, because I’m a breathing statue.
“You’re wet.”
My legs clench together. My clit is throbbing like it always does around him, but I wasn’t even thinking about anything sexual. Granted, just looking at him when he opened the door did it.
“Your hair.”
