Page 63 of Grave Revelations

“I don’t understand.”

Her question drew him from his thoughts, and he stepped forward, holding out a hand again. This time, she took it, letting him pull her up.

“I will tell you everything you want to know. But we have no time. Come, get dressed. You can ask your questions on the way.”

“Where are we going?” Rebecca asked.

“To the lance,” Azazel answered. “We need to open the box.”

Dina, who had been standing quietly, stirred. “Brother, you can’t.”

“We need it.”

Her wings twitched, but she said nothing more, following Rebecca up the stairs.

Rebecca stopped at the top of the fourth floor. “You haven’t answered my last question,” she continued. “Why the men? Why did you trade your gift for the men in my line, and who did you trade it to?”

Not waiting for an answer, she walked through the door to her room and closed it behind her.

Well?

Azazel stopped outside, leaning against the wood.Adalaide had two sons, John and Henry. It was the only way to keep them safe.

Adalaide. Your first soulmate.

My only soulmate. You are Adalaide.

No. Not true. Doesn’t make sense. I’m Rebecca.Her rushed thoughts jumbled together, tripping over one another.

I will tell you the full story when you’re ready.

Liar. Asshole.

The corners of his mouth tipped up, and he pressed into the door, the desire to be closer, to touch her, driving him as his body misted, and he found himself on the other side.

“Hey!” Rebecca spun around, holding a sweater up to her chest. “Get out!”

It hadn’t been intentional, but now that he was in the room, leaving would be excruciating. He strode to the chair by the vanity and sat.

She arched a dark brow at him, turning around.

His gaze trailed over her fair skin, leaping from small birthmark to birthmark. There weren’t many, but they spanned her back, forming a V, meeting at a point, and trailing down to form a U.

He tilted his head.

She pulled the sweater on, turning back to him, and her cheeks turned a lovely shade of pink.

“Your birthmarks,” he said. “May I see them again?”

Rebecca’s cheeks grew brighter. “Why?”

“I believe they mean something. Dina?” The door slid open, and Dina stepped through.

“Great. Now everyone’s here.” Rebecca crossed the room. “Where are they?”

“They are across your back.”

“Of course they are,” she grumbled, turning around and pulling up her sweater.

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