Page 41 of Grave Revelations

“My mind is silent to you once more.”

She bit her lip. “Come on, let's discuss it on the way. Are you sure you can carry us both?”

Azazel straightened to his full height. “Two puny creatures such as you?” He held out a hand to Sophia, who took it grudgingly. “Wrap your arms around my neck,” he instructed. She did, sitting in the crook of his arm. Rebecca climbed into his other arm, doing the same on his opposite side and settling against him.

He must be very strong to hold them both while flying.

I am.

She startled. “I heard that.”

Did you? And this?

Her eyes widened. This time, Rebecca answered in her mind:Yes!

Your warm, slender thigh cupped in my palm is the most delicious…

Okay. Yes. I heard you.

Azazel chuckled, and it reverberated through her.

Sophia darted a glanceacross his chest at Rebecca and raised an eyebrow, giving her a quizzical look.

Rebecca shrugged. She wasn’t sure she wanted to tell Sophia of this new gift only she and Azazel shared. It was something private between the two of them.

Ours. Yours and mine.

A thrill shot through her.Stop that.

It’s only fair,he said.I’ve had a front-row seat to your inner monologue your whole life. When I was close enough, that is.

Her cheeks flamed, warmth spreading down her neck to her collarbone. She’d had a lot of thoughts in her life—herlives.

Mmhhmm,he interrupted.

That’s not fair.

It was exciting and terrifying to know she’d been so exposed to him all this time and had never known it.

You don’t ever have to hide anything from me.

Sophia thumped her wrist hard.

“Ow! What was that for?” she grumbled.

“Your face is on fire. Are you afraid of flying?” Sophia asked.

Rebecca ducked her head, a fresh round of heat climbing up her neck. She groaned. If she didn’t stop listening to his thoughts, she would be a tomato by the time they arrived.

Chapter 25

Simon

Simon lifted his head, letting Valentina fluff the pillow behind him before dropping onto it.

“You don’t need to fuss over me.”

She touched a manicured hand into his shoulder, pressing him down into the cushions. “It’s no trouble.”

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