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“F-fuck!” I splutter. I’m soaking wet but I still feel like he’s stretching me as far as I could ever possibly go. In the distance, I’m vaguely aware of his phone vibrating on the nightstand, but we both ignore it. Too lost in this to care.
His hand squeezes my ass as he brings me to an impossibly fast orgasm in his arms. My tremors and spasms must be too much for him to withstand, because he buries his face in my neck and floods my inside with his seed.
I can feel the amount of strength it’s taking him to hold me up with one bad arm, but he never so much as flinches. Once he’s caught his breath, he carries me back to the bed and lays me down on top of it.
“That was… Wow,” I breathe, closing my eyes and gazing up at the ceiling.
The peaceful silence is broken again when Ilarion’s phone goes off for a second time. His eyes swim with a wary look as he circles the bed and grabs it.
He checks the screen, and just when I think he’s about to cut the line, he answers.
“Mila.”
He doesn’t say anything for a long time. He just listens. Apparently, there’s a lot to tell. I keep a close eye on his expression, but I have no idea if it’s good news or bad.
“What?”
His voice snaps like a whip. The tension in my body crowds out the pleasure it just experienced. I sit up and grab Ilarion’s shirt.
“Are you sure? Did he check—? Yeah. Okay. Yes. Yes. Okay.”
He hangs up, but he doesn’t immediately look at me.
“Ilarion?”
Only then does he force his eyes to mine.
“Two things,” he says quietly. “We’ve got your father back.”
I have no idea why he looks so somber if that’s the news he was just given. “Oh my god,” I gasp, springing up to my feet with joy. “What’s the second thing?”
He looks away from me, out into the dark mountains, just before he answers. “Celine is awake.”
70
TAYLOR
Celine is awake.
She’s awake.
My sister is awake.
I’m ashamed that my second thought is that my first thought wasn’t bad. Does that make sense? Like, I wasn’t crushed when those three crazy little words finally processed. It’s proof that I’m not a sociopathic monster. I wasn’t disappointed she woke up. I wasn’t heartbroken. I’m just happy that she’s alive.
That lasts for about ten long, blissful seconds.
Then guilt rushes in to ruin the party.
Celine is awake.And instead of being at her bedside like I should have been, I’m shacked up in a mountain oasis with her fiancé.
“Oh, God.”
“Taylor. Taylor, listen to me.”
Ilarion is whispering my name, but he sounds like he’s far away. I’m not even aware I’m retreating from him until the backs of my legs hit the writing table in the corner.
He reaches out to steady me, but I flinch away. All the comfort, all the familiarity, all the stupid fuckinghopeI deluded myself into nurturing since we first stepped foot on this godforsaken mountaintop…it’s all disintegrated into ash.
