Page 13 of Vameer

Her.

I call to my gravito. I call it back to me.

The power rattling the stone around me recedes in a snap, slamming back into my body. The weight of it is heavy inside my chest.

And I feel…amazing.

I sit up.

My legs are still straight, but now my feet are hanging off the end of the altar.

I lick across my bottom lip. Tasting the air. Tasting the barest hint of the decadent dessert blood.

My heart is thudding.

Fast.

And I close my eyes, because I know it’s her.

It’s her heartbeat I’m feeling.

I breathe her in.

I focus on the crisp, sweet apple scent of the angel who woke me. And I calm our racing heartbeat.

Another breath. And our pulse slows.

Opening my eyes, I turn to look at the unblocked entrance.

Then, for the first time since falling asleep, I use my voice.

The word grates out of my dry throat. But it’s the most beautiful word to wake to.

“Mate.”

Chapter 3

Rune

“What. The. Actual. Fucking. Fuck?”

The wood floor is smooth underneath me.

Pain radiates up from my tailbone, confirming I fell.

But…

I blink. Over and over.

I look at my thumb. At the tiny cut.

“Okay.”

I take a breath.

“Okay.” I take another breath. “I did cut myself. I did fall. I⁠—”

Heat lances through my body.