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Her breath was coming out in gasps, and her head was against my chest, and for a moment, I could've sworn that I felt something I'd never felt before. I grabbed the towel and wrapped her in it before walking us into my bedroom where I grabbed one of my shirts and slipped it on her.
"Can we sleep in my room?" she asked tiredly, and I liked that, that she knew I'd want to be with her tonight. She was already completely out by the time I carried her to her room, and I pulled down her covers and set her gently in the bed before curling up behind her, my lips brushing against her neck before I enfolded her in my arms.
My name came out of her lips in a soft gasp, like she was dreaming about me right then, and I was feeling like a sentimental fool because I would've done whatever she asked so I could hear her say my name like that again.
Sometime later I woke with a jerk when I felt a pinch on my arm, dragging me from the delicious dream I'd been having about what I’d done to Aurora in the shower.
It was Paxton.
"What's wrong?" I muttered sleepily.
"I need to sleep," he said quietly.
I raised an eyebrow. "Okay?"
"I can't do that without her," he admitted reluctantly.
I wanted to tell him to fuck off, but there was something desperate in his voice that had me reluctantly releasing that crazy, beautiful, perfect girl, and carefully sliding out of the bed so that she didn't wake up.
"You owe me," I told him as I stumbled sleepily towards the door.
He huffed. "No, you owe me after that soundtrack we were forced to fucking listen to for an hour earlier."
“You know it was closer to two hours,” I snickered smugly before making my way out into the hallway and closing the door softly behind me.
I wasn't sure how I felt about the fact that it seemed like I'd just left a piece of my heart behind me in that room.
Chapter19
Aurora
I’d woken sometime in the night wrapped in Paxton’s arms, Remington nowhere to be seen. And in the morning, Paxton was gone. Something I should have been getting used to.
I got dressed and went to get breakfast, and everything seemed so normal that the entire night before felt like a dream.
When I passed where the other Sphinx members ate and walked into the private breakfast room, Pax didn’t even acknowledge me.
But breakfast was a bran-flake-free zone. Life was looking up.
Remington pulled me into his lap as I passed, which made up for the thrill of hurt I felt when Pax ignored me.
Stellan gave us a hard look, then picked up his cell phone and glanced at it as if we were irrelevant. Stellan’s gaze sent a prickle of awareness washing over my skin, long after he’d looked away, as if the two of us were still tethered together.
Remington gripped my waist, his fingers absently stroking along the bare skin where my t-shirt and my jeans gapped. One of the servants came in and placed a plate full of pancakes, bacon, and cut strawberries and blueberries in front of him. Remington speared a forkful of fluffy, perfectly sugary pancakes–and held it up to my mouth. When I took the bite, he smiled, as if he enjoyed feeding me.
“Aurora,” Cain called, crooking his finger at me. “Come here.”
“How can I resist you when you ask so sweetly?” I straightened to abandon Remington, willing to bet Cain was dying inside while Remington and I were so cuddly. Then I collapsed back against Remington’s hard chest. His arm circled my waist, his lips nuzzling my throat, just below my ear. “Oh,” I said in mock surprise. “It turns out itiseasy to resist.”
Cain sat forward with a frown. “Aurora. You burned my last toy. I think it’s only fair you turn into my new one.”
“Well, Cain, if there’s one thing I learned from you and Remington in the labyrinth–it’s that you can’t handle me on your own,” I said brightly.
There was something so wild and free about the way I acted when I was with them. I might have been warped and twisted, but I was a different girl than the Demon’s daughter. I couldn’t change how damaged I was–but that damage didn’t seem so terrible when I was with these psychos.
Cain sat back in his chair, watching me with a glint in his eyes that told me our discussion wasn’t over, but I stayed where I was and allowed Remington to feed me breakfast–even if it took longer that way and created a general air of simmering jealousy.
“Did you enjoy your breakfast?” Cain sat forward in his chair, when I’d taken my last bite. His gaze snaring me as if I were prey.
