“Now,” he says. “Would you like to keep talking or would you like me to keep my promise?”
“What promise?” I tease.
“The one where I make you come multiple times.”
I run my hands down his chest to his belt. “Yes, I’d like you to keep that promise.”
“Your wish is my command.”
Eryx
We’ve been at it for weeks. Training in the morning, devouring nightmares in the afternoon. Collapsing into bed at night, too exhausted to do anything but hold each other.
The best part is that I feel her, always, at the edges of my mind—a constant pulse. I can’t read her mind, but I can sense her emotions, her happiness.
God, but she is so fucking blissfully happy.
And so am I.
But the magic?—
We can hold it together for hours. The iridescent shadows respond to our will like extensions of our bodies. We're getting stronger. Together.
But are we strong enough?
And Helena isn’t the waiting type.
I haven’t set a date on when we’ll confront her. But it’s coming, and Chelsea being Chelsea, during our breaks, she finds ways to stay busy.
If she’s not playing with Echo, then she’s chatting with Nancy or helping Darla in the kitchen.
I’m in my study when she flings open the door and dashes in. Before I can even say hello, she swings my chair around and lands in my lap.
She kisses the tip of my nose. “Whatcha doing?”
“Oh, you know, managing the manor, making sure Nancy gets her overtime pay. Why?”
“Do you have time to see what I’ve done?”
My brow lifts. “Is anything on fire? Anything exploded?”
“No. I’ve been decorating.”
“This I have to see.”
She jumps up and takes my hand, dragging me willingly from my work. We reach the dining room, and she points to the far wall where a black credenza sits.
She gestures toward it. “Do you like the vases?”
“They’re pink.”
“Yes, and sparkly.” I rub the back of my neck, and she shoots me a worried glance. “You don’t like them.”
I tug her to me, smoothing her hair back from her forehead and kissing her. “I like them.”
“That’s all? Justlike?”
“I love you. I can’t love youandan inanimate object.”
