Page 64 of Grave Revelations

Azazel reached forward, sliding the sweater a bit higher to reveal the final birthmark, trailing fingers along her smooth skin. The ember in his chest pulsed happily in response to their connection. It wanted to be joined, to be one. Whole.

“Do you see what I see?”

Dina tilted her head to the side. “Hyades.”

“And?”

“Aldebaran.”

Rebecca turned, dropping her shirt. “So, what do my birthmarks mean?”

“It’s the Taurus constellation.”

“Great. The prophecy.” Rebecca slid by him, picking up a brush and running it through her dark curls. “Of course it’s tattooed across my back. In case I forget.”

The sarcasm dripping from her tone did an excellent job of masking her fear, but it still wasn’t good enough.

Azazel moved behind her, touching her fingers lightly. “May I?”

Her gaze darted to his in the mirror as she handed him the brush, watching him warily.

He ran the brush through her hair, inhaling her scent. It was like ripened apples bursting with life and the darkest chocolate more bitter than sweet.

She leaned back, resting against his knees. The bond, flaring to life in his chest, purred at the contact. It wanted nothing more than for them to be locked in an unending embrace, skin touching skin, souls melded into one.

He watched her chest rise and fall, feeling every movement in his own as if they shared one breath. He slid the brush through her hair one more time, trailing his hand after it, fingers tangling in the coils of her curls, and handed the brush to her.

Their eyes met again in the mirror, and her gaze was suffused with enough heat to set the house ablaze. He stepped back, breaking contact. Her eyes shuddered, the heat banking, and he took a deep breath, working to get his own arousal under control.

No good would come of acting on those feelings. He was destined for an eternity in Primoria, and she would find reprieve in Alaxia when this life ended.

Chapter 41

Rebecca

Rebecca laid the brush on her vanity counter, stilling her shaking fingers. Never in over one hundred years had she expected someone brushing her hair to feel like that. The way Azazel was looking at her didn’t help. Damn him for turning her brain into mush. She had questions, and he was using desire to distract her.

She cleared her throat. “You were telling me about your deal for Adalaide’s sons.”

Was I?he asked in her mind. Somehow, the deep baritone of his voice affected her more when it rolled through her thoughts.I thought we were discussing the constellation drawn across your fair skin.

Why did it sound so sexy? They were talking about birthmarks.

Jophiel cleared her throat, reminding them she was still in the room.

“So. Your deal?” Rebecca said.

“Get your coat.”

Rebecca’s brows dipped, and she turned, facing him. “You promised.”

“I will answer your questions on the way.”

She strode for her closet and pulled out the long white puffer jacket Simon had bought her in Boston. It reminded her of that day in the park when he’d brought her to a cemetery, giving her a history lesson on the Gavras family. Their line hadsplit, scattering their seraph blood. They’d been reunited when Nicholas Gravas met Linda of the Kavraz line.

“Not that one.”

Rebecca looked up. The dark expression painted across Azazel’s face left her in no doubt that he was tuning in to her thoughts. For once, she agreed with him. The memory of his time with Allie wasn’t as painful as she’d expected it to be, but it was an unwelcome distraction all the same. She reached for a red trench stuffed in the back.

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