“Can you read this?” she asks, pulling me from my internal spiral of questioning what the fuck is going on here. “This page here.”
I sigh and get to my feet, leaning over her on the bed to see. “Nope,” I lie because a part of me doesn’t want to translate. “Can’t read Latin.”
“You told me you could. A bit at least.”
Instead of thinking of another lie, I raise a brow. “The entire book is in this language. How did you manage to even summon me with it?”
She avoids my question. “If I unsummon you, it’ll break your curse. Then all I need to do is break mine. Somehow.”
I doubt the author of the grimoire will be happy with her ridiculous vocabulary.Unsummoning sounds like it should be illegal to speak aloud.
She flips another page then yanks me down onto the bed beside her so we’re both on our fronts as she skims some more.
“There must be something to send you back.”
The annoying part of me is hurt. My brows rise. “You’re still in a hurry to banish me from your life?”
“Don’t you want to go home?”
“Hell isn’t my home. It was my prison. I’m not going back.”
Sable chews her lip. “Maybe I can summon another demon who knows how to break the curse?”
I grab the book and slam it closed. “That’s enough.”
“Hey!” she yells, attempting to grab it back from me. I lift it above my head. “At least I’m trying to do something before one of us permanently dies.”
“The last time you tried to do the summoning spell, Tidus unfortunately graced us with his presence. Do it again and it’s likely to be something far less hyper and far more vicious.”
“It’s my sister’s book.”
I shrug.
Sable hovers above me as I hold the grimoire out of reach. Humor lights her eyes as she lets out an irritated huff that curls her lips into a coy smile. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re insufferable?”
There’s a tense silence, our gazes stunned into stillness, and my eyes drop to her mouth. She smiles, and my heart stops at how much I don’t deserve a single second of this. Her. Any of these moments.
“Has anyone ever told you your lips look good when they curve like that?” I ask, reaching up and tucking hair behind her ear despite how much I like that it’s curtaining our faces, hiding us from the world.
She arches a brow, cheeks tinting bright red. “It depends. Are you implying you like my smile, demon?”
“Maybe.”
She hums, face flaming red even though she’s dead. I mimic the sound, and then there’s silence again, filled by the echo of voices and music.
She’s a liar if she thinks what happened between us wasmindless. She’s gullible if she believes I think it wasjust sex. There’s something powerful between us. Call it fate. Call it a nightmare. Whatever it is, it’s ours. The sooner she realizes it, the better.
Fuck it.
I lean closer and kiss her.
When her lips part, inviting me to push my tongue against hers, I groan and pull her down to me, so her body presses tomine. She’s kissing me back, and there’s no anger or dare or anything in between.
The first time we kissed, I’ll gladly admit I was a pit of nerves because I wanted it so badly and never knew if she truly felt the same way. Now I know. Sable is dying for this just as much as I am. Her heart is likely near restarting, her pulse will be racing, and she’ll be growing more and more turned on.
She tastes like mine. Her little whimper against my mouth is like my own prayer—she’s my saving grace, the one who’ll pull me out of the pits of Hell.
Her touch and the way her fingers explore my body has me tensing and dragging my mouth to her throat, marking the skin with each suck and bite.
