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Remaining with her was a death sentence.
Don’t let her be mine.
Chapter forty
Faye’sdaysmergedtogetheras she stared at the ceiling wide awake, Sparrow snoring sound asleep beside her. Each time her eyes closed, she remembered. His touch. The feel of his mouth. The way his hair slid over her inner thigh while he worshiped at her altar.
The soft light from the twilight sky remained constant, bathing the room in a romantic glow. Rune had carried her to his bed, wrapped up in the way he made her feel. A mistake she wouldn’t be repeating. He wanted her enough to taste her but wouldn’t perform her ceremony. Faye shifted in the plush bed, pulling the blankets tighter around her.
He avoided her the past two days. Faye searched for him but he was nowhere to be found. The first day she’d wanted his absence, spending the day in bed. Letting her pain consume her. Sifting through the misery he created. The second she went looking for him, determined to corner him and tell him exactly what she thought of his behavior. But their host was absent.
Faye went to his study and reluctantly peeked into his room, retreating when she caught sight of his bed. She went to the hot spring, finding it empty, and in her desperation, she sought out her evil twin. But it seemed she and her male were scarce as well.
Sparrow groaned and pulled the blanket over Faye’s face. “Go to sleep,” she grumbled.
Faye pulled the blankets down and blew her hair out of her face. “I’m not making any noise, hooker.”
“I can hear the gears in your head smoking,” Sparrow said, rubbing her eyes. “Did you want to go look for him again?”
Did she? She was so angry with him but a small part of her, a tiny part she hated, missed him.
“Ok let’s go hunt down the shadow dick,” her sister said, rolling out of bed. She pulled a robe over her nightgown and Faye did the same.
They went to Rune’s wing and Faye followed Sparrow as she entered Rune’s study. Faye went to his desk. The same papers topped it, in the same small piles. The same books. Everything as it had been yesterday.
Sparrow picked up the pile of yellowed pages closest to her. “I’m in your study, Runey,” she said, tossing the pages over her shoulder. The parchment scattered in all directions, coming to rest at the foot of two bookshelves.
“What are you doing?” Faye hissed.
Sparrow waved her off, saying, “I’m getting your man’s attention.” To the air she yelled, “I know you’re here shadow dick.” She grabbed another stack of papers and flung them over her shoulder, before knocking the books to the ground.
Faye stared wide eyed with her mouth a gape. “Don’t—”
“It’s already done. Come on,” Sparrow said, grabbing Faye’s wrist. She dragged her along to Rune’s bedroom and threw the door open. Faye dug in her heels and cringed; afraid he would be in his bed. Or dressing.
Sparrow paid her no mind, shouting, “Runey! It was very rude to go down on my sister and leave. At least wait for her to tell you to go away.”
Faye’s gaze fell to Rune’s four post bed, relieved he wasn’t there. She grabbed Sparrow’s wrist with both hands, forcefully pulling the petite blonde away, needing to distance herself from his bed.
Sparrow twisted out of her grasp and sprinted toward the four-post bed draped in dark silk. “Sparrow!” Faye yelled as her sister leaped onto his bed.
“I’m on your bed shadow bitch! Come stop me,” Sparrow yelled, jumping up and down on Rune’s bed. After a few moments she stilled as her shoulders slumped. “I really thought that would work,” she said, bouncing down to sit on his dark sheets.
Faye widened her eyes motioning for Sparrow to join her at the door. “He’s probably going to smell you and have a tantrum. Come on.”
Sparrow flopped back on his sheets and turned toward the pillows. “Which side does he sleep on?”
“Sparrow,” Faye hissed, as her sister snatched the pillow closest to her and laid her head on it. Her brow came down as she sniffed the pillow. “Does he smell like this?” Sparrow asked, taking another deep breath. “What cologne is this. It would smell better on Vash.”
Faye stalked to her sister and ripped the pillow away from her, tossing it back on what she imagined would be his side of the bed. “We can’t be in here.”
Sparrow snorted, making no move to get up. “You’ve been sleeping like shit. I vote we sleep here until his shadowy highness comes home.” Sparrow rolled over to retrieve the pillow Faye threw. “You can curl up to this until he gets back,” her sister said, shoving it to Faye’s chest.
Faye knocked it away. “I don’t want it.”
Sparrow eyed her and scooted further in on the bed, getting under his sheets. She fingered the silk. “He’s a dick but he likes very nice things. Come on,” she said throwing the sheet back in invitation.
“What are you doing?” Vashien’s voice startled Faye.
