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“No.” At my frown, she followed up with, “My life, my choice.”
My frown turned into a scowl. “Summer.”
Her own eyebrows furrowed, her voice growing deeper, mimicking mine, “Rook.”
“I—” my lips parted in protest, but, suddenly, I laughed. “You’re ridiculous.”
“I’m ridiculously awesome.“ With a mischievous look in her eye, she straddled me—careful to avoid touching the brand on my ribs—and flipped her hair back, sashaying her shoulders in a way that made heat fill me. She was a goddess of sensuality. “Ridiculously obsessed.”
“You are?”
She placed her hand on my chest, leaning over, and, slowly brushed her nose against mine. Whispering, “Only for you, Rook Undergrove.”
The sound of my real name on her lips did something to me. It sounded strange, coming from her.
I wasn’t used to feeling so comfortable with another person. It was wild and unfamiliar. And yet, felt like there was nothing more right in my life.
I gently took her hand, scowling at the bandage. “They hurt you.” It’d driven me mad to see her cut herself in the baptism, and then—when the priestess, Vashti’s, snake bit her—I’d almost lost all control.
I pressed my lips to her bandage softly. “Does it hurt?”
“Does yours hurt?” She asked, nodding at the bandage on my ribs, still intentionally avoiding touching it.
“No. You didn’t answer my question.”
A bare shoulder came up. “I think the doctor gave me the same medicine as you. Because I feel incredible.”
Her smile was my fucking undoing. I could only stare at it, at her, her beauty and lightness shining through.
My fucking bunny was quickly becoming my whole world.
She leaned forward again, her tanned thighs spreading out on either side of me and her hands pressed to either side of my head.
“Baby girl. Don’t hurt yourself,” I protested, my fingers wrapping around the wrist of her hurt hand, stroking it softly.
“I won’t.” She said simply, her eyes meeting mine.
Pools of blue that I could easily grow lost in.
Once again, there was something there. Something in them that spoke of more. The something that made my breath hitch again.
I held it, counting to three in my mind, my eyelids shuttering as her fingers traced down my chest. Then she placed her wounded palm over my own bandage.
“Look at me, Rook.” When I met her gaze, all playfulness was gone.
Instead, replaced with an intense seriousness I’d never seen from her before.
It made my throat thick, a pressure in my chest. It was so intense.
“This.” She cupped where the branding was over my ribs. “You did this, for me.”
I nodded.
“Why?”
“Because, I…” I couldn’t force the words through my lips. The feeling inside me, long ago buried but now coming alive….
“I’m going to tell you what it means to me,” she said, after my hesitation.
