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While Andros is reviewing everything, he explains that Macklin is going to meet up with Kinji to get surveillance started on Hank. “We want to make sure his death looks like an accident, so they don’t come searching for Charli.”

Andros pales and turns toward me. “He dumped a fire pit on you?”

“My back. It’s why I don’t let anyone see it,” I tell him, hoping my past isn’t going to trigger him.

In my peripheral, I see Macklin and Teague having a silent conversation. Checking our connection, I don’t sense any of their thoughts or feelings. I’m guessing after a thousand years together they know how to read each other without words. But it reminds me. I do need to figure out how to block them. If not, how will I ever pull off a surprise or buy them a gift?

“Your mother and Cara. He deliberately isolated you,” Andros states, a tic in his jaw.

“Hank’s obsessed. He won’t stop until he kills me,” I murmur, unable to help the shiver that runs down my spine.

Teague squats down. “Sweetheart, you’re immortal. I did a little research. Talked to a few mated gargoyles in other Vales. Basically, the only same things that can kill me will kill you. Lethal poisons that act instantly. Magical fire. Bombs or explosives, but only because it scatters pieces of us everywhere.”

Shocked, I stare at him. I remember him telling me I’d be immortal, but I didn’t think of what it actually meant. “Seriously?”

Macklin shifts from one foot to the other. “Don’t go testing it out or anything.”

“I won’t.”

All the things I wanted but couldn’t have because of Hank. A job, a home, family, love. I stop, realizing they’re all the things Teague has given to me. And now this. Our bond. Immortality. A very long life to spend with them. Right now, I don’t have a clue what fifty years feels like, much less a century or a millennium, but I’m looking forward to finding out.

Walking over, I take his face in my hands. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” I capture his lips with mine, showing him how much all this means to me. How much he means to me.

“If I’m moving back in, we may have to set some ground rules,” Andros remarks, watching us.

“Fuck off,” Teague shoots back at him.

“Not happening,” Macklin adds before glancing at his watch. “I’ve got to go. My flight’s in fifteen minutes.

Be careful, please. I’ll miss you.

Macklin’s slow smile slides across his face.

Hmm, I like this. Don’t worry, love.

Andros stands up. “I’m going to run a couple of errands. Do you want me to drop you off?”

Macklin nods. “Thanks.”

After they leave, I pick up my notebook and show Teague the images of him and his features. He stops at the one in his office. The one I drew right before I came to Greystone.

“That’s me,” he says, tilting his head and squinting at the image. “It’s the same night the witch sent the spell, the one to entice you to Greystone.”

“How can you tell?”

He taps on the envelope in his hand. “She sent this to me.”

I really had been seeing glimpses of my future and didn’t know it. Taking back my sketchbook, I flip through the other images to see if I recognize anything else, and that’s when I realize Andros took the sketch I did of him.

Chapter Thirty-Eight

ANDROS

Every time she’s near, her blood calls to me. It has ever since we met. But unlike before, the feral need to hunt her, drink from her, is gone. All that’s left after is a deep yearning for a taste, a sip, as I drive my cock into her over and over until she comes.

Damn my vampire hearing.

The last two nights have been pure torture. Moans drift up the stairs, followed by whispered pleas for more. She might as well be right next to me.