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Neededher.
And I’d fight like hell to keep her.
THIRTEEN
MORGAN
I wokeup in the same position I’d fallen asleep: buried in Axel’s arms, both of us bundled up to the point of sweating.
Or maybe I was the only one sweating, and it was because of the hangover.
My stomach churned, and panic blazed through me.
I shoved Axel’s heavy-ass arms off of me, then crashed hard to the floor, landing on my knees.
“The fuck?” my wolfy mate’s voice asked groggily.
I was already scrambling toward the bathroom.
My knees hit the ground again—purposefully this time—as I reached the toilet, just in time to lose the contents of my stomach.
Axel was behind me a moment later, his front pressing lightly to my back as he steadied me with one hand and held my hair back with the other.
My body was shaking as my ass settled on the backs of my heels.
Demons didn’t get sick, usually. And holy shit, it sucked.
Poor Iris.
“You good?” Axel asked me. I was probably imagining it, but I thought I could hear worry in his low voice.
“Peachy,” I croaked.
His responding chuckle almost made me smile.
“If I’d known it would make you sick, I wouldn’t have talked you into drinking that shit,” he admitted. “I’m sorry.”
The apology surprised me.
My eyes closed as another wave of nausea churned my stomach. “It’s fine. The alternative was probably me burning something down. Or someone. It was a good call.”
“Unlike your decision to work at a damnbar,” he grumbled at me.
I scowled, my eyes still closed. “That was a freaking awesome decision, actually. I get to talk to so many people. None of them look at me like I’m a freak, or a weakling, or like anything else is wrong with me. Making the drinks is fun, too. And I actually think I’m starting to understand my magic, now that I’m allowed to use it.”
Axel growled at me. “Not in those tiny shorts, Mo. I’m sure at least one or two bastards even hit on you. There are always a few guys in town who don’t want to wait for their mate.”
If I wasn’t already so sick, my face would’ve heated at the reminder.
The guy who looked like Axelhadasked me to dance.
“I’m not quitting,” I finally told him.
My stomach churned, and the world spun a little.
“You’re shaking again.” He leaned against me a bit harder, pinning my chest to the front of the toilet to hold me upright.
Yeah, I was shaking again.
