Page 45 of Holy Sinner

Grant scowls but there’s a definite dip of his chin to tell me that yes, he did make me something to eat. I raise an eyebrow and make a show of leaning over to look at what he has before I make my request.

“Needs more meat. Toss some cold cuts on there for me.”

“I’ve got your meat right here,” he grumbles and I shove him on my way out of the kitchen. Grant’s gesture means something. I’m not sure what. But we are, as Kit keeps insisting, boyfriends. He better fucking feed me.

I knock on the door before I enter to let Kit know I’m there. She’s jumpy and the move to Elysium Sol hasn’t cured her of that yet.

“Hey,” Kit raises her head from the pillows and gives me a lazy smile.

“Hello, beautiful.”

My words make her blush but it’s not flattery, it’s the truth. She is beautiful. Moonlight pours in from the glass ceiling and makes her glow. I suddenly understand why all the bedding is soft whites and beiges. It shines bright under the moon and makes Kit look like the goddess I know she is. Her dark hair looks like an inkspill across the pillows and the parts of her that peek out from the covers practically glows.

I debate showering but Grant is bringing snacks, so I don’t. Instead, I put a knee on the bed and grab Kit’s foot to drag her towards me.

Kit shrieks and laughs. “Rafe!” She sounds happy and when she rolls onto her back she’s smiling. I love it when she smiles.

“What are you doing?” she asks, slightly out of breath, her eyes shining up at me.

“Watching you,” I tell her because it’s true. Like clockwork, Kit’s eyes drop and she looks away and she’s my shy girl again. I frown and tilt her chin up so she has to look up at me. “What is it?” I ask. I just had Kit crying on my dick and she still drops her eyes when she knows that I’m looking at her.

It’s not the looking, it’s the seeing that makes me lose her beautiful brown eyes.

Kit shies away when she thinks I see her.

“Nothing,” she whispers quickly, eyes still to the sheets.

I tug on her hair and she bites her bottom lip. “What is it?” I repeat my question and I wait, because I can be patient. Kit keeps my eyes this time but she doesn’t answer and from the way she settles down into the covers, I think she’s going to try and wait me out.

Interesting.

When I ask Kit a question, she jumps to answer me, even when the words aren’t right or she isn’t too sure of what she’s trying to say. The silence is new.

I lean forward and plant a hand on either side of her head. I don’t fucking like Kit’s silence, she’s not quiet with me. She never has been, not even when I wasn’t in her world, she was writing her books and thinking of me. And I read every single damn page, cover-to-cover until I could hear her in my head. I knew what she would sound like before I even met my beautiful woman, so the silence?

Not a fucking fan of it.

“Get the fuck off her and move over.”

I sigh when Grant kicks the door open but I move when he sets the tray holding the snack board beside the bed. Kit didn’t eat dinner before she went to yoga. I don’t like the way she forgets to eat or drink anything other than coffee around me.

“You made all of that?” Kit grabs onto the life preserver Grant’s appearance gives her with both hands and rolls towards him and the food. I think about cluing him in on Kit’s silence, but I don’t. Kit told him about Jasmine, not me. There’s a reason for that and my curiosity is piqued. The thing that sits up in me and points me right at the next dirtbag I’m meant to erase off the face of the planet is awake and on the prowl. It smells something that isn’t right on the wind and I know it’s Kit.

That dark feeling moves so quickly that I barely track it until it winds itself around my heart and digs its hooks in.

Kit.

The pull is insistent but I know it isn’t the way it normally is. It doesn’t want her dead, it wants her secrets. The dark inside of me wants to take her and crack her open until there isn’t a part of her that I don’t know. It felt like she was one hundred percent mine before, but something’s shifted and now she’s not.

“You like that?” I watch while Grant feeds Kit a slice of mini cucumber sandwich and then a cracker he has loaded down with cheese and meat. Kit gives him a muffled yes and a nod as she climbs over him to grab one of the slices of turkey that I know Grant added for me. It’s a pretty picture, the two people that I love, the only souls I give a fuck about, together eating and happy.

“Here,” Kit holds the turkey out to me once she’s artfully arranged it on a slice of toasted bread and adds a couple of pieces of cheese to it.

“Thank you,” I say, leaning over to take the food from her. She beams at me and the darkness in me quiets enough that I’m able to force it down and ignore it. There’s nothing wrong here, there’s no reason for it, not when Kit is smiling at me.

Chapter Twenty-Two

KIT

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