Page 175 of Red Ruin

“Only you, Iris.” I lean her back, needing a kiss.

I taste the sweet mint of her lips.

Then everything goes black.

Shadows yank us through the dark.

I land on my ass.

Iris lands in Azrid’s arms.

Still wet, still so fucking hard, my cock slingshots back against my stomach.

I hiss. “Give her back.”

Azrid checks her over—as if I’d even let her sneeze.

He sneers, switching to the inner voice that grates my brain.

I scramble to follow as Azrid tucks her into his bed.

His sheets smell like dusty vampire ass. I spoon around Iris and bury my face in her shoulder, inhaling her instead.

The mattress jostles. Azrid shifts against her other side. Something wriggles against my knee.

I flick off the shadows. I can’t do more without stirring Iris. Unbothered, the creepy tentacles lick between her thighs, leaving her skin clean and dry.

I snort.

He can’t. The bastard is just like me.

Azrid whispers, tracing her lips with shadowy fingertips. Still drunk as fuck, he cackles in my head.

I shudder and bury my face in Iris’s skin.

CHAPTER43

IRIS

As the sunpeeks over the eerily hazy mountains, I cut across an overgrown field toward the abandoned teleportation platform. I keep my head down, trying to concentrate on my footing instead of the men stalking at my side.

Shadows part the long grass in my way. Dewdrops glitter in the reeds, but my pants stay dry, and patches of mud bake to a flat path before my feet.

“Your pulse is accelerated,” Remy says casually.

“I wonder why.” I jerk my head toward the bruise-green smudge on the horizon that whines with building power.

Just a glance and I shiver.

The energy feels icy as a river of the damned.

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