Instead of answering, she reaches over and rests her hand on my thigh.
High on my thigh.
High enough that blood rushes to my groin, my knot, heavy and immediate, making me shift in my seat as my co—
“You can worry, if you really want to, but I promise there’s nothing to worry about. I’m single. Unattached. There hasn’t been anyone special in my life for a long, long time.”
And am I someone special?
I bite back the question.
We kissed. Once. Only kissed.
And though that kiss may have permanently rewired something deep in the primal recesses of my brain, it doesn’t mean she felt the same about it. It doesn’t mean she’d worry whether I had someone waiting for me back in the demon realm or anywhere else.
“What about me?” Seren asks, as if she can read my mind. “Should I be worried about any of yourfriends?”
I press my hand over hers, squeeze, make her grip my thigh tighter.
“Do you think I’d allow you to touch me like this if there were someone else for me, star?”
I don’t know how she feels about the nickname, but she hasn’t corrected me yet, so I intend to keep using it. Gently, I take her hand in mine, turn it over, lift it to my lips and press a kiss to the fragile skin of her inner wrist.
“Do you think I would have kissed you, held you like that, let it go on so long that I had you moaning, made you so hot that the scent of your arou—”
“Got it,” Seren chokes out.
I chuckle deeply. “There’s no one else for me, Seren.”
I release her hand. The way this metal contraption works is still a mystery to me, but it’s likely not a great idea to distract her while she’s operating it.
“Good to know.” Her cheeks are pink, delectable with her blush.
We continue on for a while in silence. I try to look out the window to get a better sense of our surroundings, but between the darkness and the speed we’re moving, it’s hard to see anything clearly. After a while, just trying to see makes my stomach hurt, so I close my eyes and lean my head back.
Hopefully it won’t be much further.
A few minutes later, Seren reaches forward and clicks a button on the console in front of us. Music fills the car, as if there’s a tiny orchestra hidden somewhere within.
She grins at my startled expression. “Radio. Not magick, but pretty close.”
The music is soft, filled with strange instruments and unfamiliar melodies, but it’s nice to listen to as we turn onto alarger road, and then a smaller one, taking more twists and turns through another forest.
The car slows. Seren turns the wheel and steers us onto one last road, this one short and leading up to a three-story stone building.
It’s a charming place. Quaint and cozy, with a lamp lit near the front door and a cobbled walkway that meanders through a small front garden.
“We’re here,” she announces, and I’ve never been more glad to stretch my wings than I am when I hoist myself out of the vehicle and follow her into the cottage.
25
Seren
There’s a demon in my parents’ house.
There’s a big, handsome, very confused-looking demon in my parents’ house, currently taking up at least half the space in the small front room.
This is fine.
