Page 15 of Foretold

Which is hard as a fucking rock.

And big.

Very, very big.

Oh,shit.

“Fuck, Princess,” he groans in my ear, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine.

I quickly stand up, only to stumble again, and Bane’s arms come around me, stabilizing me. I quickly look at Pandora, whose violet eyes are wide.

“Okay, maybe you’re right,” I admit, clearing my throat, my vision getting a little hazy. “No more drinking for me.”

August stands, scowling in my direction. “Sort your shit out, Star.” He storms out, and he’s pissed.

Because I’m sitting in a man’s lap, who isn’t my mate?

Or because it’s not his?

Damn! I’m such a bitch.

Pandora follows August out. “I’ll go check on him. Bane, get her in bed and then get the fuck out of her room.”

She leaves the door wide open.

I turn to face Bane, who is staring down at me with an unreadable expression. Up close, his eyes aren’t just black—there are speckles of dark amber in them.

“Well, are you going to tuck me into bed?” I ask, shifting a little.

His jaw tenses, and he easily stands with me in his arms. “I knew you were going to be trouble when I first laid my eyes on you.”

Pulling my silk sheets back, he lays me down and then settles them back over me. There’s tension between us that shouldn’t be there.

That can’t be there.

Watching me, his lips part, and his fangs peek out. “I thought you might be half vampire, but you said you’re half demon.”

“Some demons have fangs, too,” he explains, his gaze dropping to my lips.

I’d never betray Rave that way, no matter what he kept from me. My heart wouldn’t allow me to do that. The bond wouldn’t physically allow me anyway.

When he gently kisses my forehead and leaves, I wonder if being here is a safe place after all.

***

“I’m sorry for last night,” I say to August over breakfast. He’s dressed like a prince in fancy-ass clothes I’ve never seen him wear before. They are really looking after him here. He looks good, and I think being here will work out perfectly for him.

“What did you do last night?” Axe asks as he sits down, eyes darting between us.

“I drank too much,” I admit, wincing as I pick up a slice of watermelon, take a bite, and bring my gaze back to August. It’s only then I realize he has a mark on his neck—a hickey.Did he fuck Pandora last night?

My eyes trail up to his to find him already staring at me.

I have to admit, it’s a weird feeling, but at the end of the day, August and I are just friends—family, even. I was neverinlove with him, and I want nothing more than for him to be happy.

He clears his throat, looking back down at his food. “It’s fine… you’re going through a hard time. I get it.”

“And what did you do exactly?” Axe presses, eyebrows raising in amusement.

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