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Once I acknowledge it, it blossoms even more through every fiber of my being, making my skin tingle as I think of what I want to eat.
Chicken Alfredo.
A chuckle vibrates around me, bringing me back to the present as I blink my eyes open to find pasta, chicken, and alfredo sauce on the table in front of me.
“Maybe next time I’ll remind you that you need to think of the dinnerware for it to go on too,” Eldon muses, and I realize the food isliterallyon the table with no plate or bowl.Fuck.
“It takes everyone a minute, Raven. You should be proud. Not just because you did your first piece of mundane magic, but you put that look on Brax’s face,” Creed murmurs with a grin.
I follow his line of sight to where Brax stands at the end of the table. The color has gone from his face, his jaw is slack, and the truth flickers in his gaze.
I wasn’t lying, I have magic, and as scary as it is to say, I’m a necromancer.
FIVE
RAVEN
Darkness seeps further into my dreams, deeper than usual, and I can’t pinpoint why, but when my eyes spring open in the dead of night, I’m sure the room is drenched in it too. Not the usual twilight that comes at this time of the night; it’s…darker.
A shiver runs down my spine, making my hands grip the edge of the sheet tighter to my chest. I quickly shake it off. The darkness has never scared me before, I’m not going to start letting it now. It must be the remnants of my dream, I’m sure of it.
Swiping a hand down my face, I move to roll onto my back, but I don’t get far before I realize there’s a presence behind me. I take a deep breath, relaxing deeper into myself as I take stock of the body beside me.
Legs sprawled alongside my own, an arm banded around my waist, and now that I’m actually paying attention, I can feel their breath against my neck. The smell of sandalwood drifts in the air, confirming exactly which Bishop is with me.
Brax.
When will this mannotsurprise me?
Despite the uncertainty in the air between us due to our lack of common fucking communication skills, it’s calming as hell to feel his body alongside mine. It doesn’t stop the whirlwind of thoughts consuming my mind, though. I’m exhausted from all of the questions swirling around in my head, and I’m fed up with thinking that we need to decipher what’s going on with me. Maybe morning me will attack shit better, because I can’t continue repeating my thoughts and not doing anything about it.
“Go back to sleep, Shadow.” The murmured words against my skin make my body tighten and my mind clear of everything but him.
Nervously rubbing my lips together, I consider doing just that, but intrigue has me wide awake. I know I’m going to be the cat that was killed by its own curiosity, but fuck it.
“Why are you here?”
His hand tightens around my waist at my question, shifting me a little more so my back is flush against his chest. “Go to sleep,” he mutters after a second, his lips lingering on my skin like a whisper of a kiss.
“And if don’t?” I push, wiggling my ass against his stiffening cock ever so slightly. Fingers dig into my hip, halting me in place, and the bite of pain swirls into a storm of bliss as he nuzzles at my neck.
“I came in here to sleep, but you’re not making it easy, Shadow.” I open my mouth, a smartass retort on the tip of my tongue, but he beats me to it. “Not that you ever make anything easy.”
My body warms at his touch, heat coiling in my stomach, but despite my body’s need for him, my mind wins out. “Why did you need to come in here to sleep, Brax?”
It feels like his face presses further into my neck and his grip on my hip tightens as silence stretches out between us. I’m certain I’ve crossed the invisible line he places between us whenever I ask too much, but as his hand slowly eases, his fingers slipping under my tee to splay out over my bare stomach, he lifts his mouth to my ear.
“I couldn’t sleep knowing I was only breathing because of you. I couldn’t sleep because you weren’t close enough. I couldn’t sleep…because despite how much I want to hate you, I can’t.”
I can’t breathe. That was far more than I was expecting and likely the most raw and vulnerable thing I will ever hear this man say. His fingers trail over my skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake as he delicately strokes down the valley between my breasts. It’s a far cry from the feral touches I usually get from him when the need takes over and he goes all primal.
Wetting my parched lips, I turn to face him. It’s hard to make out his features in the darkness, but the flash of his eyes grounds me. “You don’t hate me?”
The question leaves my lips before I can think better of it. I hate being vulnerable, but it’s the least I can offer him in return when he’s actually being open with me. His gaze drops to my mouth but he gives nothing away, slowly shifting so I’m lying flat on my back while he gets comfortable between my thighs, the sheets long forgotten.
“I want to,” he admits, hooded eyes meeting mine as the press of his cock weighs down on my core, threatening to force my body to take over.
“But you don’t.” It’s a statement this time, not a question, and my heart races in my chest. Twilight is my least favorite time of the twenty-four-hour cycle we call life, but right now, in this moment with him, it could just become my favorite.
