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I rolled her onto her back, burying myself deep inside her pussy as I resumed fucking her. Each thrust was something I instantly cherished and tried to memorize. The textures and contours of her luscious body, the way her back arched beneath me. Her sounds, those delectable songs she sang when she came on my cock. The way her body throbbed as her own orgasm consumed her, and me. Everything about her was something else to savor.

Something else to miss when she is gone.

I wrapped my arms beneath her, keeping her as close as I could while my cock lost all control inside of her. Our mouths fused to each other, neither one of us giving ground. The orgasm that tore through me was relentless, like a bomb made of purest ecstasy. It scorched me from the inside out, leaving nothing but mindless rubble in its wake.

As the torrents of bliss slowed and ebbed, our kisses did, too. Sarah touched my face and smiled. “You’re very handsome as a human, too.”

I smiled at her. “I’m not—”

“Youare!” she insisted, and passed her hand over my shaved head. “And for the record, I like the bald thing on muscular guys. It’s hot.”

I chuckled and kissed her again, before I pulled out. We cleaned up and dressed, and I checked the autopilot to make sure we didn’t fuck anything up. We were still on course for Earth.

As we resettled into our seats, I glanced over at her. “So, you like the bad boy look on your humans?”

“Not normally,” she admitted, then grinned. “I’ve always tended to go for the more refined kind of guy, but I think my taste has changed.”

Which made me think of the man waiting for her back on Earth. “After you return, will you go back to Ryan?” I asked, sick with the thought, but I needed to know.

“Oof, there’s something I haven’t even thought about,” she said, then sighed. “I have no idea what my future will be, Jac. Like, none. I know he’s been cheating on me, and I hate him for it, but he’s also the only real way I have to support myself right now until I figure things out.”

“You could sell the ring Deacon gave you.” I hated myself for even pointing it out, but I wanted her to be taken care of and not dependent on some cheating asshole who didn’t appreciate her at all.

She touched the diamond on her finger and shook her head vehemently. “Never in a million years. If I die penniless in a ditch somewhere, it will be with this ring on.”

“Neither of us want that for you,” I said. “If it’s between eating and that ring, pick eating.”

She tried to give me a reassuring smile. “I’ll figure it out as I go.” Then, she sat back and stared at the stars and I did the same. Her voice was small when she said, “I can’t believe I’m going back to Earth.”

“You almost sound like you don’t want to.”

“I don’t,” she said softly. “But I’m terrified of Halla, Jac. And the conduits and the powers I have…It’s too much—”

“I know. You don’t have to explain it to me. The five days you were in a coma were the scariest days of my life. I don’t want you to…” I huffed and tried to take stock. “I don’t want to lose you like that. If I have to lose you likethisby taking you back toEarth, then so be it. At least this way, I know you’re safe and still stand a chance.”

She took my hand in hers, swallowed hard, and said, “Please know, you arealwaysin my heart. You and Deacon both are.”

I knew the ache in my own heart would not dissipate anytime soon. “So are you.”

CHAPTER 23

Deacon

Ihad expected to feel catastrophically depressed after Sarah and Jac left, but all I felt was a dull numbness, like the world had grown colder.My consort has left me. The more I thought about it, the more numb I became.

There were few Ladrians I knew who had been left like that, and the rarity of the occurrence made me feel all the more alone. Like I had no one to turn to for advice or comfort.

I stumbled out ofAllegiantand through Father’s flower patch. Their pale blue color was a contrast against the dark green of their stems and leaves. The flowers had a six-pointed star shape to them. No fragrance to speak of, but lovely all the same. I wondered how beautiful Sarah would have looked, had I pinned one behind her ear. It would have suited her, and with that thought, my numbness was displaced by the sting of regret.

“You like the flowers?” Father asked from his front door.

I nodded. “They’re very nice.”

My father glanced beyond me. “Jac’s ship is gone—did he head off on a mission?”

I sighed. “Yes. He is taking Sarah back to Earth.”

“Is she alright?” he asked in genuine concern. “The coma—”

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