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My feet move before I realise and I launch myself at Griffin, wrapping my legs around his waist. He catches me easily, and his strong hands hold me close as he claims my lips, and a whimper escapes me even as I try to wind myself tighter around him.

Breaking our kiss, Griffin looks over my shoulder and barks an order to his arrogant cousin. “Make yourself scarce, Dev.”

Chapter twenty-four

The Storm

Griffin

Sweatdripsfromourskin as we recover from the desperate claiming we just inflicted on each other. I fucked my little elf right there in front of the open living room windows on the kitchen bench of her rental. We didn’t care who could have been watching. All we cared about was having each other as close as we could. It was rough, desperate and fast, but intense with all the emotions we both had.

To say I feel bad that Aggie has been dragged into my bullshit is an understatement. I can’t fucking stop apologising to her. I don’t think I’ve ever apologised so much in my life.

I knew Aggie would eventually get dragged into my business, but I hadn’t thought it would be so fucking soon. It makes me crazed to think some fucker was so close that he was able to take photos of my beautiful little elf.

I help Aggie down off the bench, and she picks up her dress from the floor, slipping back into it, remaining very quiet. She’s not looking at me. Almost like she can’t bear it.

Fuck.

She hates me.

She’s having second thoughts about sharing this life with me.

She’s going to run.

Normally I would go into Alpha mode. I’d assert my dominance over her, forcing her to remember that she’s mine. Tonight, however, I can’t find that beast inside me.

I step into my pants, tugging them up and zipping them closed. Aggie still won’t look at me as she secures the last button on her dress, her long golden waves acting as a shield to hide her face.

“Aggie?”

My voice is hoarse, yet quiet, but I know she hears me by the way her shoulders tense. Still, she doesn’t look at me as her bare feet pad over the timber floors, making her way to the open glass doors as she looks out to the moon’s shimmering reflection over the lake.

My heart thunders in my ears as I step up behind her, not sure what to do. Knowing she was in danger had nearly stopped my heart altogether. I’ve never in my life been so scared, and I’ve been involved in some scary fucking stuff over my years.

But this. Her. I can’t lose her.

Reaching out, I place my hand gently on her shoulder, and she stiffens. I only leave it there a moment before I drop my arm, letting my emotions take over.

I sink to the floor, kneeling behind her, and she slowly turns around. Her caramel eyes are glassy with unshed tears, and her lower lip trembles every so often as she looks down at me.

“Aggie.” I whisper, pain slicing through my chest in fear of what might happen here tonight. “Does this make you want to leave me?”

The pain in the centre of my chest is excruciating as I imagine her turning her back and walking away from me forever. It’s so bad I worry I might be having a heart attack.

“Griff.” Aggie sobs before dropping to her knees and throwing her arms around my neck. “I was so scared you weren’t going to come back. I thought something was going to happen to you.”

The pain in her voice breaks me. I can’t remember the last time I fucking cried, and I chew the inside of my cheek to fight it off as much as I can, but a couple of tears escape, anyway.

“Fuck, Aggie.” I hiss, squeezing her tight against me. “Does this mean you aren’t going to leave me?”

Aggie pulls back, not caring that she’s crying as she studies my face and sees my damp cheeks. “I’m never leaving you, Griffin. Ever.”

My lips quirk up slightly. “We aren’t immortal, little elf. We will be separated by death one day.”

She shakes her head furiously. “Nope. When you die, I’m coming with you.”

I frown. “You don’t want to come with me, Aggie. I’ll be going straight to hell for the sins I’ve committed.”

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