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I still looked the same. Same light green eyes, same cinnamon hair, same dusting of freckles. But I was different, too. My skin was clearer, and my usual redness was gone.
Turning my head side to side, I mused about the differences. They were small, but significant enough that I noticed them.
Rafael’s magic had changed me in more ways than the obvious bit where I needed to drink his emotions. According to him, I could shift into a demon form, too.
Whether or not I wanted to see it was still up in the air. Shifting into a monster with horns, wings, and a tail was definitely outside my comfort zone.
I’d survive, though. I always did.
I slipped out of the bathroom, hesitating at the top of the stairs as I tried to hear part of the conversation. My stomach was still tense, and I didn’t have a clean pair of panties to change into, so I was still annoyingly wet.
“She sent invitations out today,” one of Rafael’s brothers said, his voice faint with the distance between us. “You need to talk to Tatum about it. Mom personally called and invited her parents, and they had no idea about the bond.”
“We have two months to figure it out. We’ll be fine,” Rafael said, his voice not nearly as smooth as it had been during the night.
What party was he talking about?
And what the hell? His mom had called my parents?
I padded back into my room, looking for my phone, but couldn’t find it. I had to have left it in my bag the night before.
Or earlier that morning, I guess. I’d charged it at the coffee shop, so I knew it wasn’t dead.
“You talked to her about the dreams, at least?” one of his brothers asked.
“Didn’t get to it,” Rafael admitted.
My face flushed at the reminder about the hot dreams.
I wanted to climb back in bed and pull the blankets over my head until life magically went back to normal, but obviously that wouldn’t help at all. If I wanted things to change, I was going to have to change them myself.
“You need this woman to like you,” one of the brothers put in.
“I’m working on it.”
I figured that was as good a time as any to interject myself into the awkward conversation, and padded down the stairs.
When three sets of eyes landed on me, and lingered, I looked down.
Shit.
I’d forgotten to put his pants and my bra back on.
And his shirt was still tied up at my hip, showing off my black lace underwear.
Awkward.
Hopefully they couldn’t visibly see how horny I was.
Rafe’s eyes were red again, and the smoky lust around him grew thicker and more vibrant.
They’d already seen enough of me. So, I went ahead and gave them all a small wave before I grabbed my purse off the table, then walked back up the stairs.
“Look at my mate’s ass, and I will fucking castrate you,” Rafael growled. His feet were heavy on the stairs behind me, and he caught my hand as I stepped around the corner that led to my room. It didn’t even have its own door—everything was wide open.
Tooopen, clearly.
With a light tug, he pulled me back. I stumbled a little, and he caught me with a firm hand on my hip.
