Without a word, she picked up the silver dagger and brought it to my hand. Instinctively I pulled away, but she held me in a surprisingly strong grip. “Be still!”
I froze. “I’m sorry! This is a little freaky!”
Again, she brought the knife to my hand with a shake of her head and a sigh. She used the razor-sharp tip to pierce the end of my index finger, and I gasped. Blood immediately pooled, and she held my finger over one bottle. When seven drops had fallen in the bottle, she capped it, then used my bleeding finger to trail over Nico’s bottom lip before she pushed my finger in his mouth. We both startled before the wet heat of his mouth wrapped around my injured finger stirred a primal need in my core.
Then she removed it and placed a small silk square over it and motioned for me to hold pressure on it.
“Control your senses, young Nico,” she murmured, then repeated the process with him after removing his glove. But with him, she placed eleven drops in the bottle before corking it. When she raised his finger to paint his blood over my lower lip, my heart raced.
The second his blood hit my lip, a tingling sensation washed over me. The coppery tang hit my tongue when she pushed his fingertip into my mouth. Then my tongue began to tingle. My lips closed around him, and I realized he was touching me. His respirations were labored, and his eyes were closed tight.
He released a relieved breath when she removed his finger and placed a matching square of silk over his, which he held in place.
She chanted in a low murmur as she made motions and lowered her head as if in prayer. Then she abruptly lifted her head, and her silver-blue eyes hit us both.
“Now you go. I need peace for this work. One tiny miscalculation and it could have disastrous results.” We froze and gave her mouth-gaping stares.
She rolled her eyes. “Kidding—I just need time to work. I will find you when the time is right. Do not go far.”
Dual huffs of relief left us as we glanced at each other and shook our heads.
As if I’d go far when she told me I was having my baby tomorrow.
Jesus, what had we gotten ourselves into?
Voodoo stayed behind with his crazy-ass grandmother, and I returned to the clubhouse with Nico. I’d always loved the woman, but damn she had a flare for drama.
While Nico had an impromptu meeting with Venom and Raptor, I made a sandwich, then went to his room. Exhausted, I rested in his bed, only waking when his heat pressed against my back and the weight of his arm wrapped around me.
Cocooned in the safety of his arms, I slept.