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“He’s out there,” I whispered. “He’s out there…and he’s coming for us.”
I waited like that, my gun pointed into the darkness. My senses were on alert, until that sickening fear pushed all hope of sleep aside.
“Stay here,” I urged Colt. “Stay with her. Protect her with your life.”
I slipped from the bed, the grogginess from lack of sleep burning my eyes as I left them behind.
There was no time to sleep.
Only to protect.
And if I had to…to kill.
THIRTY-NINE
Vivienne
Where is HE?
I jerked awake with the bitter tang of acid trapped in the back of my throat. Those words resounded, booming in my head as I turned, finding the other half of the bed empty. I thought he…I thought he’d come back to me. A soft pang of pain filled my chest. But he mustn’t have. I reached out, because the sheets were cold.
A sharp inhale on the other side made me turn my head. Dark eyes found mine and held me transfixed. But as I lingered in that animalistic glare, the darkness brightened.
“Colt?” I whispered.
He blinked, scowling. “Yeah?”
“Just checking.”
He lifted his head, glancing around the room. “Where the hell are we?”
“London’s bedroom.”
“Oh.” He dropped back down, closing his eyes once more. “Wake me in the morning.”
My stomach clenched. I still tasted that bitter tang of morning sickness. “It is morning,” I groaned ad I pushed upwards.
My stomach rolled with me, swishing and swirling as I swallowed again and again. “I need my bathroom,” I moaned, and slid my feet from the bed. He was naked, his arms stretched upwards. Vague memories of him moved in before, in a rush, it all came back to me.
I lifted my gaze to the leather bonds still wrapped around the top of the bed, as I remembered the way the beast had strained to get to me. Then he did. My core clenched, swollen, aching, reminding me exactly what we’d done.
“Jesus,” I whispered, reaching down and tugging the top sheet, whipping it from Colt’s naked body.
“Hey!” He snapped his eyes open.
They grew pitch black for a second, narrowing on me.
“Mine,” I demanded.
Then with a slow stare, the beast retreated.
“Fine.” Colt rolled over, his powerful thighs flexing as he pulled his knees to his chest. “Take the damn thing.”
I tugged the ends around me and headed for the door, each step re-igniting that ache between my thighs. But the moment I was out in the hall, breathing in the cool air, my stomach settled. I shuffled to my bedroom, slipped inside, and tugged the sheet off as I went into the bathroom.
I wanted a shower…and food.
I brushed my teeth, then enjoyed the time in the shower before I stepped out. The taste of the mint toothpaste drove that vile bitter taste away, letting my stomach settle as I dried off and headed for the wardrobe. Soft denim jeans, one of Colt’s shirts, and a sweater later, and I was striding out of my bedroom.
