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“Dane, can we—OH MY GOD, WHAT IS THAT?!”
Uzzi’s head swivels toward the doorway just as Tamare stares, eyes wide.
“Oho,” he says, delighted. “There she is. The mate in question. Isn’t she just luminous? No wonder you’re panicking.”
Her knees buckle.
“Shit—” I catch her just before she hits the floor.
Uzzi beams.
“Looks like the cat’s out of the bag. Call me if you need backup—or a reality-softening potion. Toodles!”
POP—off goes the Swoosh call.
And he’s gone.
Leaving me cradling my mate on the floor of my office, her breathing shallow, her eyes fluttering like she’s in a fever dream, and my heart pounding harder than it did the day Alex was born.
Here goes nothing.
I gently lift her in my arms, moving to the couch. She’s so soft. So warm.
I can’t help myself, I sniff her neck, stroke her soft skin, feel her pulse racing.
Goddamn, she is so perfect.
So, how the hell do I explain to the woman I’m head over heels for that monsters are real—and I’m one of them?
Chapter 16
Tamare
“What the?—”
I jolt awake, breath hitching as reality crashes in like a freight train made of glitter and confusion.
Floating heads. Glowing eyes. Dane.
Dane.
“Easy, Pretty Girl,” he murmurs, voice low and steady—like it was made to talk me off ledges.
His arms are strong and sure, holding me like I’m something precious and breakable.
One hand is pressed to my back, the other curved around my hip.
His thighs—holy hell, his thighs—are thick and solid beneath me. I’m in his lap.
I’m in his lap. Squeal.
I should probably sit up. I mean, I’m a big girl, and laps aren’t usually built for all this.
But his lap? It’s more like a throne.
A very sexy, rock-hard, made-for-my-curves throne.
And the way he's holding me, like I’m a prize he plans to unwrap with his teeth?
