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“Now you.” He bared his throat to me.
I set my lips to his skin, licked. He tasted of sweat and fear and arousal.
I sank my fangs into his carotid and, mindful of his still-healing body, took just enough to fill my mouth with his blood.
It was rich, salty. Perfect.
I swallowed and gave him my oath. Swearing to cherish him forever.
Offering him my heart and body and soul, although he already owned all three.
The sense of connection between us increased. I could tell he felt it, too.
He curled a hand around my nape. “I love you, Zoe Tremblay.”
The lightness spread to my face until I was grinning like a fool. “I love you, too.”
And I knew. He wasmy true mate.
Rafe kissed me. A sweet, knee-weakening kiss that reached inside me and tore me apart at the same time it healed and reformed me into something new.
A woman who loved and was loved.
When he lifted his head, we stared into each other’s eyes. He looked as stunned as me.
“Okay. Yeah.” He cleared his throat. “Tell me you have a plan for getting us out of here.”
“There’s a side door open for us. You have enough strength to enter the shadows?”
“I’ll be okay, don’t worry.”
I bit my lower lip. I didn’t like it, but we had no choice but to get the hell out of here.
I gave him the directions to the side door Lainey had promised to leave ajar. “Meet me on Pont Notre-Dame. You know where it is?” It was the bridge nearest the Notre Dame Cathedral, about a half-mile from Philippe’s mansion.
“Yep.” Rafe snatched up Blaise’s switchblade and gestured to the exit. “After you, sweetheart.”
Sweetheart.I liked the sound of that.
We peered out the cell door. At the end of the hall, the main door slammed open. A pair of guards rushed toward us.
“Now,” I hissed.
We faded into the shadows as they burst into Rafe’s cell.
24
RAFE
Ireached the Pont Notre-Dame first and dropped out of the shadows near a cast iron lamp post, camouflaged by the weak glamour that was all I could manage. To make it easier, I kept my own T-shirt and jeans, although I had to conceal the tattered, bloodstained material. I also added a pair of fake shoes, since I was in my stocking feet. The pricks had never returned my boots.
Zoe appeared nearby and pulled her own human-appearing glamour over herself. But it was still her beautiful face and willowy body in the snug black dress and funky boots.
My mate.
My chest clenched. I was still getting used to the idea that this smart, strong, sexy woman wanted me as much as I wanted her. I half-expected to wake up and find I’d hallucinated the whole thing—my rescue, our mating.
But I could still taste the hot spice that was Zoe on my lips, telling me this was real life. In my veins, her blood mingled with mine to heal the silver’s damage. And Ifelther through the soul-to-soul link that had formed when we’d bonded to each other.
