“What am I?” My teeth bit into my lip.
“I don’t know.” Tucking an arm under his head, he peered at me. “You aren’t human.”
Tears pricked my eyes. I had already known, but feeling the power inside me, the light...
“I know,” I croaked.
“But you aren’t fae.”
Again, I somehow knew. But if I wasn’t human or fae, what the hell could I be?
“Like me,” he blew out, staring at the ceiling.
Another thing linking us. Were we the same nothing? No auras or species. Standing in a void of no man’s land, between life and death.
The gray.
“Okay, I can’t take any more of the postcoital crap.” A man’s voice snarled from the other side of the church. “I’m gonna vomit.”
“Holy shit!” I yelped. Warwick and I scrambled to our feet.
Across the small church, a man lounged on a stone coffin, carving into an apple. His back leaned up against the wall, his ripped, dirty pant leg dangling on one side. He turned his head, tangled brown hair hanging down his scruffy face, hazel eyes sliding to me. His gaze rolled down my naked figure, a smirk hitching the side of his mouth.
“Did I interrupt something?”
My mouth fell open, shocked to see the link to him so vivid and real.
“Scorpion?”
Chapter
Nine
“Who the fuck are you?” Warwick shoved me behind him, trying to hide my naked figure, his words so heavy and rough they scraped the ground.
“Who the fuck areyou?” Scorpion shot back.
“I won’t ask again.” Warwick’s shoulders puffed, expanding his width and height, moving to Scorpion.
“Wait...” I blinked, stepping around Warwick, my attention snapping between the men. “You—you can see each other?”
“What do you mean?” Gesturing to him, Warwick’s fury shot my way. “Of course I can see him.”
“It means...” Scorpion jumped off the sarcophagus, strolling closer, chucking the apple. “I’m not really here.” He dipped his head to me. “She brought me here. I was in the middle of a mission, and the next thing I know, I’m getting so fuckin’ hard I was about to get myself off in front of everyone before I had to watch you two fuck like fiends.”
Warwick’s head shot to me, his jaw rolling. “You have a link to him?”
Right. I forgot to tell him about Scorpion.
“Um. Yes.” I winced, wrapping my arms around my breasts. “But you aren’t supposed to see him.”
Warwick’s lids narrowed, a hum quaking from his chest like a wild animal.
“That came out wrong.” I held up my hand.
Warwick snarled, swiping up his T-shirt and tossing it to me while he stomped over to his pants, pulling them on, every muscle rippling with tension and anger.
Yanking his shirt over my head, it fell well past my thighs. I took in a deep breath, both men staring at me, waiting, their chests puffed, arms crossed, spraying their alpha scent at each other.
