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“Jeez. I’m out for like a day and y’all forget about Blossoming Flower’s needs,”Saint announced purposely in the pack connection as he shook the pill bottle in his hand.“Saint Alexander to the rescue.”
“I thought your ass wasn’t going to wake up in time,”Jayce noted, but he sounded relieved at Saint’s voice.
“And miss out on the grand finale leading to our domination of NYC? I’d never do such a thing,”Saint exaggerated.“Plus, I have to witness our Willow put all those overpowered fuckers to shame. What’re the whispers about our clothes being burned though?”
“We’ll explain after you help Willow,”Dimitris encouraged.“She doesn’t feel well at all.”
“I’m on it,”Saint assured them as he was in front of where I was sitting with Willow. He immediately went to his knees, not caring that he wore white from head to toe.
His hand reached out to lay upon Willow’s forehead. The touch made her open her eyes just enough to squint.
“S…Saint?”
“Hey, Blossoming Flower,” he quietly soothed before he leaned over to lay a light kiss on her lips. “You don’t look so hot.”
“I don’t feel it either,” she croaked. “I’m a mess.”
“A sexy mess,” Saint flirted and placed a kiss on her forehead. “Take it easy, baby. You’re gonna feel okay in a few minutes, okay?”
“You…sure?”
“I promise,” he vowed. “You know I keep my promises.”
“Mhmm,” she replied and relaxed.
I stared at him before the words quietly left me.
“How do you show affection so easily?”
His radiant blue eyes looked up to stare into mine, which were surely filled with uncertainty.
Rising to the Master role should have given me a confidence boost, especially when finalizing the bond with Willow in the lagoon, and yet I couldn’t feel weaker.
I feel as though I’ve already failed her…
“It’s hard, isn’t it?” he countered before he looked down at Willow. “Acknowledging how important someone is in your life to the point that you feel as though one wrong move will destroy it all.”
He gently brushed his hand along Willow’s cheek, which didn’t even make her stir as her breathing was slow and deep. He rose and walked out to grab a water bottle.
I took advantage of lifting Willow up, knowing she was asleep.
“To answer your question, it’s not like I show affection easily,” Saint noted as he watched me walk over to the cream couch on the opposite side of the dressing room.
I laid Willow down then quickly slid my jacket off and bundled it up into a makeshift pillow before scooping her head in my grasp for a moment so I could slip it in place.
I got a light sheet to cover her remaining body and returned my attention to Saint as he easily unscrewed the medical pill bottle, popped a pill right into his mouth, took a chug of water, and dropped down on one knee next to the couch just so he could kiss Willow firmly.
I knew that was the only way he’d get that pill in her now that she was unconscious, but it simply baffled my mind with how flawless in movement it was.
Even after the chaos Saint had triggered and then endured with the conference at the cathedral with some of the Vatican members, it was clear he was nothing but confident in his role.
“I gave Willow her pill. Quickly checked her out as well. It’s a simple concoction of exhaustion, stress, and the drop in her magic levels,”he explained to the others to keep them in the loop.“She should be okay in a few minutes. She’ll definitely be fine before the runway show.”
“Good.”Dimitris seemed satisfied with that.“Someone burnt our entire wardrobe for the runway. Looks like an attempt to blame Ruby or portray her as a jealous half sister.”
“Boring plot,”Saint commented.“Does this person think we’re stupid or simply gullible?”
“Probably both,”Jayce noted.“I just finished checking the cameras. I only got one shot. Slender individual cloaked in black. Did notice one thing. Bluish-green hair.”
