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My eyes stay closed, but I turn my head toward the vibration. Toward my mate.

Nose against him, I inhale again.

Storm clouds surround me.

He rumbles something. But I’m not ready to get up.

Chapter 112

Vameer

Rune relaxes back into unconsciousness. And I exhale. “I need a holiday.”

“She will like France,” Volik says, reminding me I promised Uncle we’d visit soon.

“I know this means she’s vampire. As close to invincible as we can be.” I look at the horns on Rune’s head. The black looks so pretty surrounded by her shiny red hair. “I wanted this for her.” I swallow. “But the cost…” I swallow again. “I feel like I’ll be afraid of taking her anywhere. Forever.” I rub my thumb back and forth on the bare skin of her arm as I continue to hold her close. “I may just live here with the druid.”

The druid grunts his disagreement.

Volik tips his head back, looking up. “This place is protected?”

Dread nods.

“No one can get through the barrier?”

Dread shakes his head.

“So we are safe here?”

Dread sighs. “Yeah. But then again, no one should’ve been able to find me either.” He gives me a pointed look.

I shrug. “I didn’t know it was meant to be unfindable.”

Volik smirks. “He should have told you.”

I nod seriously.

The druid sighs again. “You’re not living here, Interfector.”

“I don’t know…” My gravito lifts me from the indent in the earth and carries me and my mate to the closest tree. Keeping Rune hugged to my chest, I lean back against the trunk, mirroring Dread’s position. “I could get comfortable here.”

Dread shakes his head.

Volik is looking up again. “Druid.”

“Yes, Vampire?”

Volik lowers his gaze to Dread’s. “Do you have any booze in your house?”

My brows lift. “I like where your mind is going, brother.” I look at Dread. “Well, Druid?”

He just stares at us.

Volik shrugs. “I could go look for myself. Or I could stay here and ignore the curiosity I have about your home.”

The more I think about it, the more I want this to happen.

It’s been so long since I’ve been drunk. I’m not even counting the century I slept. Before that, the times were few and far between. Rarely have I ever been safe enough to let go.