Page 51 of Bewitched By a Vampire

Continue with her mission.

Lilian was no longer sure she could do it, and it wasn’t only because she had her doubts about Bastian’s involvement in the attack. It wasn’t only because part of her feared Bastian biting her and her taking his blood, something that would bind them and would mean the only way to escape the bond would be killing him or dying herself.

She couldn’t do it because she was beginning to feel something for Night.

The private jet jerked and she gripped the arms of her seat, fear flashing through her as she waited for it to plunge into the ocean or smash into a mountain. She had never been on such a small plane. The damned thing juddered like it was about to fall apart whenever they hit even the tiniest turbulence, and it was unsettling. It didn’t seem to bother Night though.

Night smacked his lips together and his fine eyebrows knitted slightly before relaxing again.

Lilian focused on his face, charting the sculpted planes of it, putting to memory the strong line of his square jaw, the straight slope of his nose, and the firmness of his lips. She flushed from head to toe, the shuddering of the plane forgotten as she lost herself in him.

Another little crease formed between his eyebrows and then he sighed.

“Are we there yet?” His drowsy voice was the sexiest thing she had ever heard, made her picture waking up next to him in his bed after a wild night with him.

She was about to tell him that she wasn’t sure when the far-too-beautiful stewardess came over to him and leaned forwards to flash the cleavage formed by her tight black shirt.

“Lord Van der Garde, we are beginning our descent.” She smiled prettily, her blue eyes sparkling with it as Night looked at her and nodded.

The woman lingered.

Lilian scowled at her. Night noticed it, of course, and looked from her to the stewardess and back again. He waved the woman away and she left without a fuss. He leaned forwards and rested his hand on Lilian’s bare knee.

“How are you feeling?” His pale blue eyes searched hers, worry etched on his face that touched her.

“Better.” She hated the way her voice hitched, betraying her, and glanced away from him, out of the window at the distant lights that pricked the darkness. “I can’t stop thinking about it.”

“The demon doesn’t know about this place. Only Bastian and I know about it. You’ll be safe there. Bastian is already there and—” He glared at his hand and withdrew it, easing back into his seat.

Cold chased through her when he angled his head away from her to gaze out of the window.

She wanted to scream at him that she didn’t want to be Bastian’s, wanted to tell him why she was with his brother in the first place, and wanted to beg him not to shut her out. She couldn’t find her voice to do any of those things as she stared at him and something mechanical whined.

The plane juddered again.

“Fasten your seatbelt,” Night muttered, his tone hard.

When they hit another bump, she made a snap decision, darted across the gap between them and sat beside him. He stared at her as she fastened her belt across her waist and she avoided looking at him, too afraid to find out whether he was angry with her or surprised and pleased that she had chosen to move closer to him.

The plane shook so violently she was sure something was going to vibrate loose and the whole thing would explode apart. Her hands flew to the arms of her seat and she gripped them so hard her bones ached. Mother earth, she had survived a demon prince and now this stupidly small plane was going to be the death of her.

Night placed his hand over hers, gently holding it.

She calmed the second he touched her, all of her focus darting to the point where they connected, and her gaze leaping to meet his.

He smiled softly.

Stole her heart.

She didn’t feel the touchdown. Didn’t notice the taxi through the airport. She lost herself in the way Night was looking at her, trying to decipher the emotions in his eyes. In fact, she was so lost in him that when the stewardess came to tell them they could depart the plane, she practically shot out of her seat only to be slammed back into it by the safety belt.

Much to Night’s amusement.

He chuckled as he undid his safety belt and she fumbled with hers, and she silenced him with a scowl.

Night held his hands up and backed off, an apology in his eyes. He turned away and she wanted to apologise to him too, because she hadn’t meant to make him feel he had done something wrong by being so relaxed around her. An icy gulf opened inside her as she watched him walking away from her, her body and soul growing colder with each step he took.

And then he held his left hand out behind him and rolled his fingers.

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