But it’s too late.
She belongs to me now, and I won’t let anyone or anything come between us. I’m wrapped so tight around the little goddess’s finger, it’s fucking terrifying. The things I would do for her if she asked border on apocalyptic.
While I dream about the little queen, our thread tugs angrily, making my breath hitch.
I pull my phone from my pocket and turn it on, not even sure what I’m hoping for.
The first message is a sharp scolding from Thane for leaving without notice. The shadows twitch at that, clearly enjoying the drama.
The other message is a picture from Aurora.
When I open it, I’m greeted by a lush wildflower arrangement sitting on my bathroom counter.
They’re lovely, and I’m surprised at the way my silly human heart flutters. She not only did something to make my home hers, but she also didn’t hesitate to share it with me.
My shadows press into my chest, drawn to the warmth there.
I send her a reply, hoping she’s free. When she doesn’t answer right away, I sigh and slip back into my Umbraeth.
Putain de suceurs d’âmes.I hate vampires.
I’m only in this mess because I made the mistake of doing the right thing—saving that little huskmaw brat.
Still … I suppose it was worth it. Rhoan’s a good kid. He turned out better than I had any right to expect.
Aurora should meet him.
I’ve kept him alive this long. I fed him, protected him, taught him how not to die.
That seems like something worth showing off.
It’s been ages since I’ve seen the little skin-flayer. I’m long overdue for a visit.
A few hours later, I stop to rest and decide to turn my phone back on.
Aurora still hasn’t texted.
Am I worried? Perhaps.
But it’s been less than twenty-four hours, and she’s been through Purgatory. I hope she’s resting and not expending all her energy pretending to be fine just to keep everyone else comfortable.
Though, knowing her, she’s almost certainly out with Eve and Thane.
Just as I go to turn the phone off, it dings—Aurora. My heart stops when I read her message about the forgotten security system.
Shit! How could I have been so daft?
I send a message back apologizing for the oversight and promise her it will never happen again.
A groan rumbles deep in my chest when she almost immediately texts back.
She can still smell me on the sheets?
Fuck.
My shadows tighten possessively around my stomach.
I shiver, remembering how the little goddess took my cock down her bruised throat and the way she looked at me from her knees.
