Page 128 of The Eighth Isle

“She’s a succubi. She knows how to manipulate lust even better than people’s minds,” Grey said with a chuckle. “It’s fine. It was harmless.” He pulled up my head to kiss me. “I just mightask where we can get more. The way you reacted to it, baby…” He let his voice trail off and kissed me again, smiling. “Fuck, you’re out of this world.”

I stifled a smile. “Well, I wasn’t feeling like myself,” I muttered. “No, no, I was—just more…turned on. Very,veryturned on.” And now that the initial shock had passed—yep, Grey was right. We should definitely ask where we could get more because I wanted to do that again.

I wanted to do that to infinity.

“Are you sore?” Grey asked me, and my mind went to my ass, to when his cock had been so deliciously deep inside me.

I flushed bright scarlet. Fuck, he had felt incredible. “Nope.” I just felt tired. And happy. And satisfied.

For now.

“There are bruises all over your back, just so you know. I bit you a lot. Couldn’t help it,” he said.

“I hope they stay.” Just until I saw them, at least, because I tended to heal really fast since I’d become an Enchanted.

Well, since I’d been with Grey. Since I’d…becomepregnant.

“What is it?” Grey whispered, probably hearing the beat my heart just skipped.

“Everything,” I said. “What time is it? Is she back yet?” It was still daylight outside, and the clock on the nightstand said it was still only two p.m. I must have only slept for a couple hours before that arousal awoke me.

“I don’t think so. She’ll call for us when she comes back,” Grey said. “And we’re safe from the sirens—they’re not anywhere near us right now.”

“You can tell?” Because I couldn’t, not unless they were close enough that I felt their magic.

“I can always tell,” Grey said, and that was a relief.

“Butwhy, though?” I turned to him. “How have they not found us yet—how is this possible? They’re sirens.” And with all that magic that they’d killed Syra with at their disposal?

Grey looked away from me for a second, and that alone confirmed what he felt: he was suspicious, too.

“I don’t know,” he admitted. “Mamayka’s spell must be stronger than we realized. She has a lot of magic—a lot more than I knew.”

“But enough to keep the sirens away for over a day?” My heart fell. “I’m not complaining, obviously, but I just wonder.” Because it made so little sense. The sirens were looking for us, were they not? And the Burrow should have been one of the first places they searched.

So, where were they?

“I wonder, too,” Grey said after a moment. “And I’m even more concerned about Valentine, to be honest.”

“Oh, I’m plenty concerned about Valentine.” A bitter laugh escaped my lips. “Do you think it was foolish to let him out there?”

Grey didn’t need to think about it. “No, it wasn’t. I believe that he does care about you. He’ll have your best interest at heart no matter what he does. I don’t believe his twisted mind and ideas, but if there’s a way to hide you from the sirens, he’ll find it. I think you did well to let him go.”

I nodded. “And Reeva might help us, too. Not just tohideme, but to actually set me free from whatever Syra did.” Didn’t that sound like a dream…

Grey reached out his hand and touched my cheek. “She might.”

“And…if it doesn’t work?” I asked next because my mind kept racing and it didn’t plan to stop.

“Then we’ll leave the Burrow and we’ll hide out there,” he said without missing a beat.

“Out there—in the human world?”

He nodded. “We’ll go to China, to this piece of land that is the farthest from any ocean. We’ll live there. Sirens—at least normally—don’t stay away from the sea for long periods of time. There’s a good chance they’ll never find us.”

A good chance,he said. “Except they have people who can find us for them.”

“And I’ll kill whoever comes close if Storm doesn’t get them first.”

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