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I scoop her up, noting how featherlight she is, even with the layers and layers of fabric and lace on her wedding gown.
She rests her downy head on my shoulder when I stand, filling me with the scent of her mixed with wine. To me, the combination smells like sex.
I turn and meet my brother’s amused expression, and I know exactly what he’s thinking—that I’ve gone soft, or at the very least, that I’ve become human.Again.
Maybe.
Jericho opens his mouth to say something, but I shake my head.
“Not one damn word,” I warn.
“Alright.” He chuckles and falls in step with me. “My lips are sealed.”
As we walk down the path, I realize I’m probably still in for one hell of a night with my new bride, and I’ll most likely have to shuffle around all my plans for us.
But maybe she’ll hate me less tomorrow.
Chapter29
Aurora
Everything is spinning in my head.
Faces, places, spaces.
Objects, people, colors, emotions.
I can't pick anything apart, and it feels like there's a rock band playing in every corner of my mind.
I twist and turn, but I can't seem to break free of this space.
This strange space I've been trapped in for what feels like eons and eons.
Every now and again, I see a flicker of Knight’s face and hear his voice, but I have no idea what he’s saying.
Suddenly, a sphere of light pushes at the chaotic mess in my mind, and I’m able to open my eyes, but it's too bright, too painful, too sharp.
I screw my eyes shut, then try again, grateful that this attempt is slightly less painful.
As my awareness returns and the fog covering my mind lifts, I realize the light is the sun.
I roll my head from side to side.Ugh, big mistake. I shouldn't have done that.
Pain shoots from my head to the rest of my body like shards of thunder.
What the hell happened to me? I feel like shit.
The last time I remember feeling like this was when I found out about Scott. Not his death, but the truth about who he was and who I was to him, or rather who I wasn't supposed to be. That night, I drank myself into oblivion.
Images of me downing a bottle of wine flash through my mind, so
I guess that's what I must have done again.
I roll onto my side and am met with the purest blue. Turquoise blue.
It takes me a moment before I realize I'm staring at the sea, and it’s not the seaside view I have from my bedroom in New York.
This is exotic. Holiday destinationexotic.
