As my whole body was wracked with waves and waves of chills.
She stayed with me as I ran through a thousand different scenarios in my head. As I went over what I saw and what Con told me and what I know.
What I know in my heart about Reed.
About my Roman.
I’m not sure how long I stayed like that, huddled into myself with Tempest rubbing my back and my arms.
All I know is that when I could gather my strength, I asked her to find him.
I asked her to take me to him.
And despite vehemently disagreeing with it at first and saying that I needed to go home and take care of myself, she brought me here.
She said that she saw it on social media. Someone had tagged Reed on Instagram, saying that he was at a party outside of Bardstown.
So that’s where I am, at a party, watching the guy I’m in love with chugging down vodka, surrounded by a drunk crowd.
I try to make myself move.
I try to make myself call out his name, wave at him, do something to catch his attention. But I’m just frozen in my spot, too scared to move.
A second later though, I don’t have to.
Because as always, he senses me.
He looks up from the bottle and his eyes land on me instantly and they start to glow.
His wolf eyes.
They sparkle as he stands up from the couch and starts walking toward me, leaving everything behind.
The crowd parts for him as he approaches me, his gaze growing heavier and more intense with every step he takes.
The moment he reaches me and stops, I realize that he’s wearing all black.
I don’t know why that’s important.
I don’t know why I’m thinking about his black t-shirt paired with dark jeans. I don’t know why I find his black leather jacket intimidating and dangerous, but I do.
I’m thinking about how all this darkness makes his vampire skin come alive.
How his bruises, old and new, come alive as well.
How he’s too beautiful for words.
Too otherworldly. Too gorgeous.
He looks down at me with a strange kind of tenderness as he takes in my costume, my make-up that’s ruined now, and my blonde hair twisted into a bun, which again is ruined, strands hanging around my face in tatters.
But the way his eyes melt at the sight of me makes me think that I’m the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen.
It makes me think thatI’mtoo beautiful for words. Too otherworldly. Too gorgeous.
“Fae,” he whispers roughly, drunkenly. “You’re here.”
“Roman –”
