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Roane cracked a grin.
My eyes popped out. "You can hear my thoughts, but you won't let me hear yours?"
Everything about him relaxed in that moment and he came around the desk with a smile. "I had to make sure it was you and not someone else. Jacith is a powerful sorcerer. He could do this. I'm sorry that I hurt you."
"What?" I glared. "Not fun."
But then it didn't matter. Roane moved close and folded me against his chest. He hugged me tight. The fight, the tension, the hurt all rolled out of me in that moment. Everything slipped away and I was wrapped in warmth again. With my hands fisted in his shirt and my forehead pressed against his chest, I mumbled out, "What made up your mind?"
"Only you would worry about me seeing you as a dork. No imposter could be that good." He rested his cheek on the top of my head and held me tighter. "It's good to have you back."
I felt his relief then. He had been worried, enough to grow ulcers as Gavin had teased. And then I felt desire burst inside of me. Nothing else mattered. It started low, in the pit of my stomach and spread out. It spread fast, shooting through me and then I was wet between my legs. The need throbbed there. It was powerful, so powerful that I was blind to everything else. Without thinking, I lifted my head, arched my back, and climbed up his body.
Roane grabbed the back of my thighs and anchored them around his waist. His hand caught my neck and tilted my head back. His lips brushed mine and I groaned. I needed more. As he touched them again, it was agonizing. He was gentle when I wanted him to dominate.
"Yep, they're getting along just fine."
Gavin's voice interrupted us and Roane growled. "Out!" His voice was low, so low it sounded like an animal and I knew his vampire side had come to the forefront.
"I'm going to be sick."
Wren wasn't far behind Gavin. The two ignored the warning and came further into the room. Gavin perched on the couch while Wren went to the glass wall and peered out. The door opened one more time and Gregory came through. His shoulders almost didn't fit, but he stooped down and shifted sideways.
'They aren't going anywhere.'
I felt Roane's reluctance as he let me down, but he held my elbow and lifted me to the opposite couch from Gavin. My legs weren't able to stand so I was grateful for his help. As I collapsed on the couch, my heart was racing. I pressed my sweaty palms between my knees and felt them throbbing, pulsating from need. Gavin gave me a knowing look and I ducked my head. I couldn't control my body.
Roane shot me a dark, primal look underneath his eyelids, but turned to the group. "The Immortal took her away. I assume that Emily called out for her mate and he was approaching the room. Davy feared that he would've attacked her and she wouldn't have been able to control herself. She worried that the Immortal in her would've reacted and killed people she didn't want to kill."
"So where was she?" Wren clipped out.
"Davy doesn't know where she was, but she came back once she could figure out how to get back." Roane gazed at the vampiress steadi
ly for a moment before she lowered her gaze. Then he glanced at the rest with authority. "That's all we need to know. I trust her and she's right. The Alpha would've known who she was so Davy did the right thing in disappearing. He still can't know who she is."
Gavin growled, "The wolves want to take over. They always have. It's why they created him and it's why he's here. They know something about the Immortal – otherwise he wouldn't be here. His pack comes from across the ocean."
"Their ancestors originate from where Talia grew up," Gregory said as he watched his master.
Roane didn't blink. "Talia came from a gypsy family. They had no set place."
"Where did her mother die?" I felt all the desire drain from my body. Any talk about Talia would do that. I just felt empty now.
"In Veneto. Talia's roots are the Sinti gypsies. They had settled there when her mother was killed."
"And when the thread went to Talia," Gavin finished.
"Does it matter where he came from? He's here now and he's a pain in the ass. It's all nice and not really lovely that Davy's
back, but I don't care about where Roane's ex's mother died or where she became the thread holder or where the Alpha is from. He's here and so is Davy. What's the next step? Hide her?"
"What? No." I couldn't leave my friends.
Roane watched me throughout the conversation and measured me with his eyes. "You said that you could control your powers, can you? What's going to happen when he meets you?"
I gulped as I felt all of their attention on me. The air was heavy in the room. "I think I can. I know I can. It'll be fine when I meet him. It will, I promise. He won't be able to detect anything in me. I won't let him."
"Really?" Wren scoffed. "Because I can 'detect' it right now. You're not the same. You came back weird and there's something extra in your smell."
