And I’m very alone.
I’m about to set my phone down when Ezra’s name lights up my screen.
My heart lurches like that horny, sexist cartoon wolf with bugged-out eyes.
Great. Now I have cartoon emotions to go along with my severe trauma.
His home is mine. The thought settles deep—and okay, maybe it makes my stomach flip like sugar-coated vertigo.
Too much, too soon? Maybe. But I like it.
Also, Ezra signing his name, as if I might forget which ancient shadow god is currently slipping into my DMs, is so on brand.
It won’t hurt to send him a quick reply, even if he can’t respond.
I shake my head, grinning as I toss my phone onto the pillow. Of course he forgot. That’s so Ezra—divine in the streets, depraved in the sheets, and a total disaster with modern tech.
My phone dings the minute it hits the pillow.
Jesus Christ. I’m already smiling like a lovesick idiot.
Goddamn him and his filthy words. Heat sparks low in my belly, throbbing between my legs like a bruise begging to be touched.
I would beg on my knees if he asked me. My fingers trail down my stomach and under the edge of my underwear, finding my clit with a soft press and drawing circles that make my thighs tremble.
I slide two fingers into my pussy, curling them with each thrust while my thumb keeps its rhythm. My breathing picks up, and I moan when I remember the way his hands felt on my body.
Fuck.
My back arches off the bed, lights bursting behind my eyes as heat floods my veins. I gasp his name, lost in the violent, breathless wave that crashes through every inch of me.
Lying back on the bed, I clutch the phone to my chest, smiling until my cheeks ache. Ezra does things to me I can’t explain, and I’m becoming addicted.
The tremor in my breath lingers as I plug in my phone, swallow some ibuprofen, and sink into the pillows.
Sleep drags me under, and I dream of my dark, devoted Grim whispering filth I can still feel between my thighs.
Aurora
I wake up like I got bitch-slapped by my sleep paralysis demon. No idea why. Just full-body panic shakes at three in the fucking morning.
Am I ever getting a full night’s sleep again?
But then I hear it.
Is that someone pounding on a door? It’s too close to be the front door.
My mind slowly drags itself awake, and then it clicks—Louie!
I leap out of bed and race down the hall to her room.
“Hello? Where the fuck am I? Aurora? I need to see Aurora! Something’s wrong! I’m … I’m human?”
Her panicked voice cuts through the locked door, and my heart breaks for her.
“Louie …” I call softly.
“Aurora! Thank fuck! You’re alive! Where am I? What the hell happened? What did that goddamn wrakh do to me?”
