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The name made her shiver.Did you feel my premonition?

You’re wearing his scent.

Warmth tracked along her chest and neck, creeping onto her cheeks. “It’s the only shampoo I have.”

His grumbling reply was too low for her to make out.

“I had a vision. Or… something. About him,” she continued.

Azazel pulled the curtain aside again. “What did you learn?”

Rebecca rinsed the soap from her hair quickly as she tried to wrap a hand over herself again. “Pass me a towel. My shower is obviously over.”

The curtain fell back and, a moment later, ripped aside again as a dark green towel was thrust into her face. It was oddly reminiscent of the night he’d shown up in her apartment nearly six months ago when he told her she would lose all memories of him.

Gabriel thought it best you forget him.

She wrapped the towel tightly around her frame, stepping around Azazel as she inched toward the door and out of the suffocating space, too small for a creature his size.

“And you? Do you wish I hadn’t learned the truth?” She wasn’t sure why she asked the question. Perhaps because, in her long life, it seemed that everyone wished her to remain in the dark.

He trailed behind her as she left the bathroom. “No.”

She went to her closet, sliding hangers aside as she searched the items Allie had bought in her three months at the estate. She found a cream turtleneck and pulled it out. It reminded her of the outfit Azazel had worn when they’d gone in search of her coven and… Rhea.

Even thinking her name hurt.

Turning, she jumped as she nearly smacked into Azazel, who was standing just behind her.

He held out his hand. She glanced down at his outstretched palm, then back up into his piercing blue eyes.

“Rebecca, I swore I’d never walk away again. I would never let my fear control me.”

She swallowed. “I…”

He let his hand drop. “But I won’t force you either. This bond doesn’t mean you have to choose me. You have free will.” He turned, pacing toward the door. “Get dressed. I’ll be downstairs when you’re ready.”

Rebecca stared at the space he’d occupied for a long moment. Every time she thought she’d figured him out, he said or did something that swept her legs outfrom under her. He had said they couldn’t be. Said he was on one path, and she was on another, yet here he was, telling her he wanted her to choose him.

But that wasn’t what he’d said.

In fact, he’d never once said sheshouldchoose him. He’d acted like he wanted her and flirted frequently, but he’d never opened his mouth and said the words.

Heat licked along her arms as her temper rose to the surface.

Chapter 64

Simon

Simon yanked the sheets aside, staring down at his feet. The doctor had said physical therapy would begin when he could wiggle his toes. He glared down at them, willing them to move, but try as he might, they didn’t budge.

After three days of refusing pain medication, waiting anxiously for his gift and the feeling in his extremities to return, he was growing impatient.

A nurse came into his room, knocking once before she entered.

“Good morning, Mr. Carey. How are we doing today?”

He reached for the thin hospital blanket, draping it back over his bare legs. “The same.”

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