I glanced back at Asher, who rarely spoke to either of us anymore—to anyone—except for delivering her messages, the only time I saw a hint of life on his dead face. “What about you?
To say I’d be sharing a house and a mate with a bloodsucker was crazy, but it happened and I—sort of—got used to it. To feel so sorry for him that I offered him to tag along on a run, now that was bat shit crazy. And desperately sad.
But wasn’t desperately sad was what the three of us felt?
His nose lifted from the pages. “Pass.”
“You need to get out of the house, Asher. You look like a dead corpse.”
“I am a dead corpse.”
“No, you’re a bloodsucker. A live corpse that feeds off people’s blood. Right now, you’re decaying. Your stench is even more awful than usual.”
“Then enjoy your run away from the decaying corpse.”
“Asher, c’mon. Can’t you see this, our stupid bickering, division and distance, is exactly what drove her off and threw her in the arms of those fucking fallen angels?”
He slammed the book shut. “And now she’s gone. There’s no point in fixing things now. The fucking table, us getting along like she wanted, none of it matters anymore.”
“Get off your moping ass, parasite.” Alec came down the stairs. “You’re getting fat. Nobody likes a fat vamp.”
“Suck it, mutt. Go terrorize some animals and fuck off away from…” Asher jumped. “Belle?”
We dashed toward him, life pulsing back in me, in all of us. We sandwiched him between us on the new couch, and I stared at his ugly pale face, holding my breath, waiting anxiously for what she was going to say. When two seconds passed, and he said nothing, I poked him. “How is she?”
He slapped my finger off and gestured for me to wait. Then his creepy silver eyes turned alight. “We can visit. We can fucking visit!”
“Get the fuck out of here!” Alec jumped off the couch and tossed me down in a hug.
I slugged him on the back, laughing, and pushed him off me so I could breathe. “How?”
“She’s sending an angel to take us.” Asher grinned, which was something no vampire should ever do, but I and Wolf were too happy to get creeped out. “And she said to pack for at least a week.”
The three of us raced to our rooms. In ten minutes, we were on our VIP ride to the Twilight River on the wings of a cranky angel that was even more of an asshole than Zavariel.
Who gave a fuck? I was going to see my mate and stay with her for at least a week. I was ready to walk on fire for a thousand miles with a grin on my face if it got me to her, not just endure the snobby asshole.
“Belle!” I called out for her the second he dropped us by this secluded river above the clouds. “Where is she?”
“Inside the house,” another sparkling punk said.
I ran and barged in, Alec and Asher behind me. My heart skipped a beat when I saw her standing in a pink and white dress by a table, her back to me. “Sweetheart.”
She tilted her head at me, and a bright smile stretched her lips. “You’re here.”
My feet flew toward her, and my lips took hers without thinking. She giggled and put her hands on my face, pulling away. “Careful.”
“What?” My eyes dropped to her body. The first thing I noticed was how her tits were so hot in that dress. I missed them so fucking much. Then I reached her belly and…
“Holy full moon!” Alec burst into incredulous laughter. “Archangel Asshole did it. You’re fucking pregnant, Belle.”
I just gaped at her body, her big belly she was touching gently, yet my cock jerked and pulsed and throbbed at the view. There was something very sexy about a pregnant woman, and when that woman was Belle, my fated mate… “I want to jump you so bad.”
“Yeah, look at your tits,” Alec mused.
Asher pushed the two of us aside and carried her up. Then he blurred to the nearest couch and sat with her cradled in his arms. His nose glided up her neck. What the fuck was he doing? That was not the time for a bite. Was it even safe? “I missed your scent. I missed your smile. I missed every single thing about you.” He put his bloodsucking hand on her belly. “You look so beautiful. Congratulations, my love.”
“Hey, stop kissing her ass. You’re not the daddy,” Alec said.
