ill wanted to be with me? That was always a bit of a shock.
So even with how crazy things were within the supernatural world, I was happy. I really was. But there was just one thing wrong, and I couldn’t stop poking at it.
You have to let yourself relax, Dastien said as he settled back onto our beach towel. Everything is fine. If it wasn’t, Michael would call.
I hoped he was right.
I am right. Come down here. Dastien pulled me until I was resting against him.
I had the beach and Dastien and plenty of quiet. We were so far away from everyone and everything on a private island off of Costa Rica—a long boat ride away from anything—and it was perfect. It was paradise. The only thing that would’ve made it better was if his stomach had a bit more padding.
Should I apologize?
Your stomach is about as comfortable as a hunk of granite. I rolled over enough so that I could bite Dastien’s side.
“Ouch! Watch it.”
I laughed softly. “It was barely a nip, you baby.”
“Barely a nip? You nearly drew blood. Is this payback for biting you? Or are you going vamp on me?”
I rolled my eyes. “Like that’s even possible.”
“Well, you were bitten…” His contained laughter was so overwhelming it became my own for a second before I stifled it.
“You’re such a dork.”
Dastien rolled, and I was pinned under two-hundred and twenty pounds of handsome. All joking was gone, instantly replaced with hunger.
He ran the tip of his nose along my neck, sending goose bumps across my skin, before pressing a feather-light kiss just below my ear. I melted into the sand.
Are you more comfortable now?
“Mmmm,” was all I could manage. I wrapped my arms around him, pulling his body flush against mine. He moaned against my neck, and suddenly I was on fire. Every place his body touched me was too much and not enough. This is the best.
What is?
You. This beach. No people.
He rose and lifted off his glasses so that I could focus on his amber eyes. “I’m glad you’re happy.”
“I wish we could stay here forever…” But I knew we’d have to go home. Maybe soon. There was something coming—
Stop, Dastien’s voice interrupted my thoughts. Everything is fine. There’s nothing—
You don’t know that.
And you don’t know everything isn’t okay. Dastien had said that about a million times today, and I knew it was true. I just couldn’t let this go. Nothing is going to happen.
I wanted to believe Dastien, but the what-if’s were driving me bonkers, and the lack of visions was adding to my nerves.
It might not be as bad as you think. It could be something as simple as your subconscious cutting off your visions so you can deal with how powerful our bond has gotten.
I definitely liked his theory better than my own. I guess that’s possible. There had been a lot of changes in my life in the last few months, but my gut was telling me it was more than that. I couldn’t ignore my instincts anymore.
Before I grabbed my cell from my beach bag, I was going to give my visions one more go. I tightened my grip around Dastien and closed my eyes.
I pictured St. Ailbe’s in my mind. The quad and five buildings surrounding it. I want to see St. Ailbe’s, I thought as I relaxed my mental barrier, willing myself to see what was going on back in Texas.