“Where is he!” The fury in my eyes was enough to cause Magnus to flinch.
I had never twisted my voice to be so bestial. But I had just survived a death battle for ten full days without wearing pants, I had picked up a few traits from pure endurance.
“Duckie,” Magnus said softly.
“Where the fuck is she?” A voice broadcasted outside.
A voice deep as the ocean’s floor, ragged from years of hard living. My heart lulled softly at the sound of it.
The door to my bedroom kicked open so harsh it flung back, and the handle hit into the wall, denting the plaster.
Dig Graves.
He had cleaned up well. Donning a crisp white button up collared shirt and suit pants. The attire made a statement out of his athletic figure. His black messy hair had been trimmed and combed back neatly. His scent of blood and leather was replaced with cologne.
My heart fluttered faster than a hummingbird’s wings, all tension knotted in my shoulders dripped away.
My Soulmate.
He intruded into my bedroom just as he had done all those years ago, shoving my brother away and lunged at me, bringing me into the home of his arms. I clasped him back, sinking myself into him like teeth to a candy apple. Our heartbeats rushed against our skin as if they were crossing a finishing line.
I squeezed him hard. “You’re alive.”
“I’m not fucking dying.” Everything he spoke was poetry.
I wanted to strangle him with my embrace. “You smell so good.”
“They dressed me up like a nerdy accountant for the cameras, it’s ridiculous.”
“It’s turning me on.”
“I’ll keep the clothes.”
“I was so worried.”
“We’re Soulmates,” he said, full of breath, as if he were getting a weight off his chest. “We’re finally Soulmates.”
“Are you also turned on?”
“We’re free now,” he said. “Now that we aren’t Soulless, we’re allowed out. It’s so bullshit, but I’m not arguing.”
I dug my nose into his neck, I debated biting him, licking him, tasting the skin of my Soulmate. I wanted to open his chest like a storybook and plant myself inside his heart. “I’m so glad it’s you.”
“I told you I’d get us out of prison.”
“Igot us out of prison.”
“I fucked you enough to jumpstart your heart, I’m pretty sure it was me.”
“I don’t think that’s how it works.”
“I’ve been trying to make this shit work for a long time now. My heart has been beating for you foryears, Princess, while you were off in fucking clode la la land, feeling fuck all.”
“What?” I pulled away and looked up into those dark eyes. “You’ve known this whole time that we were Soulmates?”
“I had a pretty strong feeling.” His eyelids half closed; a softness submerged. “I’m sorry I didn’t explain everything to you. Part of me wasn’t sure… part of me wanted you to like me first.”
I pursed my lips.
