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He inches closer, lifting his hand toward her, but she slaps him away. “Keep your fucking hands away from her,” I boom, frustrated beyond words with being restrained.
Erikel continues to ignore me as he leans closer to Raven, but he doesn’t try to touch her again. “Why?” he bites, peering deep into her eyes, but she doesn’t falter under his proximity. “Why?” he repeats, and I watch Raven’s face scrunch in distaste before she answers him.
“I don’t know how.”
Erikel stands back to his full height, sneering at Raven. “If I hadn’t seen you bring people back from the dead, I wouldn’t even believe you were a necromancer,” he snaps, making his disapproval more than known.
Raven gapes at him, unsure what she’s expected to say or do, but before Erikel can continue his tyrannical display of belittling her, Fitch appears.
“Erikel, there’s an important call awaiting your attention. I’ve been sent with great urgency to collect you,” he explains, not looking at Raven or me as he speaks to the fucker holding everyone’s attention.
He growls, irritated with the interruption, but before he steps away, he makes sure to glare at Raven once more. “This isn’t over,” he promises, turning away with his fucking cloak fluttering in the wind.
“No, but it will be soon enough,” Raven promises, her words too quiet for him to hear, but the warrior holding me back catches them and his hold on me loosens.
In a swift move, I break out of his grasp, spinning to connect my stone fist with his face, even though I know he can deflect everything we throw at him. To my surprise, my move connects with force and he tumbles back, landing with a crash on the ground.
Raven gasps beside me and the Shadowgrim audience that is still here watching chuckles before sauntering inside without a backward glance.
“I deserved that,” the golden warrior mutters, making no effort to get back up.
“You deserve more than you’ll ever receive,” I bite, towering over him, and when his dark eyes collide with mine, I deliver my promise. “If you ever get in the way of me defending Raven again, the woman I love, the woman your son loves. I’ll kill you with my bare hands, whether Creed cares or not.”
SEVENTEEN
ZANE
Idon’t know what time of day it is. I never fucking do. Everything is starting to merge together. I’m pretty certain we’re now sleeping during the day and focusing on being awake in the dead of night so we’re alert and ready in hopes that Raven and Brax appear.
It’s not ideal—none of it is—which is probably why I’m barely managing to get more than a few hours of sleep, but we’re rolling with it. It’s all we can do.
I leave Creed and Eldon in the information room, which is my new name for the space filled with all of the attempts Marieta and Peta have made to get the fuck out of here, and head upstairs. Closing the bathroom door behind me, I methodically turn the shower on and grab a towel from the closet. As the water warms up, I brace my knuckles on the vanity, staring down at the porcelain while I get lost in my cluttered mind.
Sometimes, there’s just too much going on and it’s hard to focus. Without Raven’s guidance, knowing which path to follow or which thought to center on is hard. That puts a lot of weight on her shoulders without me trying to, but I would follow my dove to the end of the realms and back without question if she asked me to.
Attempting to do anything without her near to me is hard, but knowing that everything we’re doing here is as much for her as it is for us keeps me going.
Steam begins to billow around me, fogging up the mirror, so I quickly undress and step under the spray. It’s hot as it hits my skin and I relish it. I don’t know why, but no matter how much I wash myself, I don’t feel any cleaner. It likely has something to do with where we are, but I still go through the motions anyway.
It’s as if the Realm of Shadows clings to me in every way possible and I’m struggling to remember what it felt like on the other side.
The other side with my girl.
Fuck. I miss my dove.
The flash of her pink hair, the soft curve to her lips, the feel of her nails pressing into my skin, all of it. I should have made it clear in the handbook that we couldn’t be separated like this, but it’s too late now.
My eyelids fall closed and the beauty that is my dove comes to life before me as the water continues to pound against my body and I quickly blink them back open. Thoughts of her stir my cock to life, and I squeeze it tight, willing the desire to go away, but my need for her is relentless. So is the pulsing hardness that refuses to go untouched.
Tugging once, hard and fast, I exhale while internally berating myself.
I shouldn’t.
I should save every last drop for her, let her feel the weight of how much I’ve missed her when I finally get the chance, but I can’t help it. Today has been another cluster fuck with no success and the only thing I can cling to is my want for her.
My hand moves of its own accord, tugging harshly at my stiff cock, and I give in, closing my eyes as I let the flutters of ecstasy float along my skin. The vision of her, my dove, only intensifies. Her pink and black hair splayed out, fanning her angelic face as she forms the perfect O with her mouth. Ruffled sheets frame her, her knuckles white as she holds on for the ride.
I can see the flush of pink that travels over her skin, hear her breathy moans as she chants through her release, and feel her nails piercing my skin.
