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"Narrating?"

"Apparently, that's what I do when I can think of nothing more than ripping that sheet from your body, slamming you into the nearest wall, and possessing you all over again."

I dropped the toast.

He growled, taking two steps toward me, then swore and turned back around.

"Have a good shower!" I called.

Another growl was his answer, and then his jeans went flying. I wasn't laughing anymore.

The ride to the bookstore was torturous. Ethan pulled over a half-dozen times just to kiss me. It was noon by the time we actually made it there, and even then, I almost refused to get out of the car.

"Four hours," Ethan repeated for the tenth time. "Do your work, contribute to society, enjoy yourself, and after… we'll make a visit to your mother."

My stomach dropped to my knees.

He gripped my chin between his fingers and kissed my mouth softly. "We need to know the truth, Genesis."

"Why?" My voice trembled.

"Because it may have something to do with the prophecy, or it could just be a rare coincidence. I swear, I won't let her hurt you."

I sighed, already drawing into myself.

"My offer still stands," Ethan whispered.

"What?" My head snapped up. "What offer?"

"I'll kill her," he said softly. "All you need to do is ask it — and it's done. She doesn't deserve life for the way she treated you, and it would make me happy to see you hold your head high around her."

"But she'd be dead."

"Perhaps I'll just toy with her a bit."

I giggled.

"Go." He kissed me again. "And if Cassius shows up—" Ethan swore. "Which he may, considering he's insane and has a death wish… try to ignore him."

"Done," I answered. "Besides, I could touch him all I wanted…"

Ethan growled.

"…and still crave you."

His face softened. "I wish that was true."

"It is."

His face was sad. "I'll see you in a while."

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

Genesis

DRYSTAN'S EYEBROWS SHOT UP TO HIS HAIRLINE when I walked into the store. I wondered if all immortals could smell what I'd been doing — or where I'd been. Then again, Ethan had said he'd marked me.

So maybe it was just like walking around with his scent all over me.


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