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I open my eyes as he starts to ask.
“So, I was possessed by a spirit at some point?” he asks. “Just not when that girl died?”
He sounds confused. Mabel nods slowly.
“I’m sorry, but that’s what I found.”
“When?” he asks, his tone sharpening. “When was I possessed?”
“A very long time ago. If I had to guess, I’d say around your fourth birthday. No later.”
“My fourth birthday,” he mutters, frowning deeply. “That’s when my adoptive parents found me.”
“Unfortunately, it doesn’t explain your blackouts, and it doesn’t explain why you killed Alyssa.”
I frown at her. “He didn’t kill her.”
Just because we haven’t figured out what happened, doesn’t mean I believe that any less.
“I think we need to face up it now,” Oscar tells me. “I don’t know why I did it, but, clearly, I did. Blackout or not. It was me. I killed that girl.”
“Can’t you check if something else caused his blackout?” I ask Mabel, not willing to let this be the end of it. “This can’t be usual. It can’t be legal. How can you punish someone for something they aren’t aware of doing?”
Mabel shakes her head. “The blackouts are a pre-existing issue that weren’t investigated prior to the incident. There’s nothing more I can do. I checked for possession, and it wasn’t what caused Oscar to blackout the night he killed Alyssa.”
“She’s been fair,” Oscar says. “More than fair.”
Oh, Goddess. How can he be so matter of fact about this?
“I can’t lose you, Oscar.”
He smiles at me when I look back at him.
“I knew I was the favorite,” he says, making me smile in spite of the lump that’s forming in my throat, in spite of the ball of dread that’s growing in my stomach.
Everett growls at him. “Cheryl doesn’t have a favorite.”
“If she didn’t before, she does now,” he insists. “I’ll be all she can think about from now on.”
I choke back a sob, trying to stop the tears that blur my vision from falling.
Oscar leans in and kisses me softly, barely touching my lips.
His bright blue eyes look up into mine, and I see the same startlingly attractive guy who started our courtship by stalking me around campus and reciting a seemingly endless list of reasons that gave him no doubt I was interested in having him follow me around.
“Better give you something to remember me by,” he whispers, before he kisses me again.
He starts slow, but there’s nothing soft about the way his lips move against mine, nothing lazy about the way his tongue slicks against the seam of my lips. He intends to leave me with a kiss that steals my breath and awakens my heat. My heart hurts while my body responds. Those tears I was holding onto seep out. It’s painful and beautiful and I don’t want it to ever end.
His hands hold onto mine and I feel it when he sends his calming touch through me.
It’s stronger than I’ve ever felt it before, soothing my pain away.
I’m breathless when he ends the kiss.
My emotions have been muted by his Omega’s touch, so all there is at the surface is a hint of unsatisfied desire at my heat being awoken and a vague sense of unease over my the more painful emotions his calming energy targeted.
Mabel clears her throat. “It’s time.”
