Page 135 of Vengeful Vows

“I'm still kind of mad at you,” he admits, but he kisses my nose, my chin.

I laugh. “That’s okay, baby. Lara and Paige say you’re a hothead, but you don’t hold grudges.”

“Oh, I hold grudges. But not against you. I don’t think I could ever hold a grudge against you.”

“Why not?”

“Because I love you.” He shrugs, and my heart feels so full it could burst.

I grin, the smile hurting my cheeks. “I love you, too, Declan.”

“You’re a Burke now, right?”

“Right.”

“Forever?”

“Forever,” I promise, and he kisses me, leaving me no doubt about his feelings, and starts to rock inside me again.

He bites down on my neck when he comes this time, and I love the sting, the pain and pleasure that rushes through my body.

I giggle, and nothing can break this moment, nothing can take us away from this love bubble where it is just the two of us—until Declan’s phone rings.

He answers, barking into the phone, and listens. His face is expressionless, blank.

“All right.” He hangs up the phone.

His brow furrows when he looks at me.

“What is it? Is it Jimmy?”

He nods and then a grin breaks out across his face. “He’s going to be okay. He woke up asking for food.”

He chuckles, and I smile, sitting up on my knees to hug him from behind.

We don’t leave the bedroom for nearly two days.

When I finally emerge from the room, it’s to run downstairs and get something to eat. We’re both starving, and Declan says he can’t go again until he gets sustenance, so I must grab some food.

Lara is downstairs, eating by herself. It’s nearly lunch time, so Marisol has prepared some soup and sandwiches.

I grin at her, and she grins back.

“I guess you and Declan made up?”

I grin. “You could say that.”

“It was either that or you killed each other,” she chuckles, and I can’t help but laugh.

“Nothing like that, I promise. Everything’s okay. We’re going to be okay.”

“All of us will be,” she says quietly and stands up to hug me. She sniffs me, grimacing. “You and Declan need to shower. You smell like sex.”

“Gross,” Paige pipes up, walking into the room.

The marks of the attack are still there but she is better.

I smile sheepishly, saluting them.

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