Page 68 of The Omega's Bloodline: Part One

“I want to get some clarity before I tell you. I mean, I have a pretty good inkling given recent developments, but I was too chickenshit to say it at the time.”

“Clarify,” I said, tightening my fingers a bit on the back of her neck.

“Hecate told me she was sendinggifts.”

My spine stiffened. “What kind of gifts?”

“All I know is that she said she brought you to me, that she brought Seth, and that she’s bringing others.”

I sat with the information. I’d always assumed that some sort of divinity had led Seth and me to find Logan when we’d been injured. Had Seth chosen us to come to when he ran from the entity, despite our rocky relationship, because a goddess had prompted him?

Who the fuck else was coming?

Were theyallgoing to fall for her?

Where the hell did that leave me?

“You’re being too quiet,” she said. “It’s freaking me out.”

“I’m not sure what I’d say.”

“I just want you to know that whatever the gods plan for me, I love you and that’s never going to change.”

I traced my thumb down the curve of her throat. “I don’t think it’s possible for me to stop loving you.”

Logan grabbed my hand and set it firmly on her thigh. “Then it’s settled. We’re stuck with each other no matter what.”

By the time we arrived at our cabin for the night and picked up our key from an envelope under the welcome mat, we were all dead on our feet. Even though I napped a good chunk of the trip in Logan’s sweater, I was more than ready to get the fuck out of the car. Road trips were only fun when you could get out and play tourist along the way, but we needed time to get our shit together, which meant as few stops as possible.

It was hovering around four in the morning when we finally got inside. I hauled in the bags while Caden salted every doorway and windowsill.

All I wanted was to collapse face-first onto the bed, drag Logan as close as I could get her, and pass out until at least noon. We stayed awake long enough to brush our teeth and change into pajamas.

“Cuddle sleep?” Logan asked, the words melting into a yawn she hastily covered.

Caden nodded and I thanked the gods for whatever was making him so chill. Logan crawled up the middle of the king bed and wriggled under the blankets. We slipped in on each side and settled into much the same position as last night, with her leg slung over Caden and me pressed against her back. I snuggled in, nudging her hair away so I could breathe her in, tucking my face against the back of her neck.

Fuckingbliss.

I woke gods only knew how many hours later and blinked into the blazing sunlight. I buried my face deeper against Logan with a groan and pulled the blankets over our heads. The smell of fresh coffee wasn’t enough to lure me out of my current location, but it did wake up Logan. She rolled over and into my arms with a contented hum, eyes still closed as sleepy fingers brushed my cheek. Her forehead touched mine and I held my breath, every nerve singing. She slid her fingers down, hooking under my chin to lift my face to hers. A soft sigh parted her lips a second before she pressed them to mine.

I sank into her, weaving my hand into her hair, savoring her perfect mouth. She was sweet and warm. I didn’t even care about the morning breath; I wanted to dive deeper, roll over and press her into the mattress, feel the suppleness of her body yielding to mine...

“Are you two getting up?” Caden asked from the main room.

Logan jerked away, eyes wide. She sat up sharply, not looking at me. “Yep. Be right there.”

I rolled onto my back as she slipped out of bed. Well, fuck. She probably forgot I was here and thought she was kissing Caden.

Okay, I could deal with this. I knew how to smooth things over.

I shifted into my small form and followed Logan out. They both turned to me and I paused, wondering if she’d said something to him. I slid closer, winding around her ankles as she sat down at the little kitchen table. She leaned down automatically and stroked my fur.

Caden picked me up by my scruff.Why did you kiss her?

If you think I’m capable of not kissing her back when she reaches for me, then you’re overestimating my self-control.I wriggled in his grasp until he set me on the floor.

Caden sighed and crossed his arms, staring at me with some weird mix of emotions I couldn’t quite parse. After a few tense moments, he just asked, “Are you having coffee?”

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