Page 15 of Hidden Sacrifice
“I’m going to take these back to my room with the spell book,” Justice said, still fiercely protecting the sheets of paper in his arms.
“What about… you know?” Mor looked between Justice and me, making a sad face as her eyes roamed our bodies. Damn, being eye fucked never felt so hot before.
“I’ll make it up to you, Fox. I promise. Go get your licks with Jasper for now.”
Jax looked between us like he was curious. But really, I didn’t mind having some time alone with Mor. She could certainly use some power boosting. I had expected her to come back fully recharged after visiting Jax last night, but apparently, he still wasn’t ready. She refused to drink from any of us since we felt the drain from the failed mission.
“Come on, Princess, you could use some more power.” I stood from my chair, walking up behind her.
She looked up at me over her shoulder and smiled at me. “Does this mean I finally get to see your room?”
Really? I hadn’t shown her my room yet? I was the worst mate out there.
“Princess, I wanted to wait to show you mine until the end. Save the best for last and all.” I winked at her; nothing suspicious about that.
“I never got to show her my room in the vampire realm,” Jace added, which was not fucking helping.
“No, but she’s been in your demon room, and that is what we’re talking about.” I glared at him, hoping he would get the message to back the fuck off before he ruined my coverup.
“It’ll be a pleasure to see your room finally,” Mor said smiling, placing a hand on top of mine. Locking her gaze, she stood effortlessly. I could imagine all the dirty wicked thoughts running through her mind by the heat of her stare. Fuck, it was getting hot in here.
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“So, this is Jasper’s bedroom.” She took a sweeping glance around the room.
When Jax wants to be alone, he goes to his gallery. When Justice wants to be alone, well, sort of, he goes to his dungeon. And when I want to be alone, I go to my room.
My bed was just as large as Mor’s upgraded one, but mine was round. Sheer curtains hung all the way around. Soft red light streamed from the crystals above our heads. Everything was red and black, mostly because I loved their contrast. Red is a domineering color. Put a red light over any color, and that color becomes red to the eye. But not when it comes up against black. Here, it is only darkness that can beat the light.
Besides my bed, which took up a large portion of my room, I had my woodworking bench. Sanders, saws, chisels, the works. All neatly hung up on the wall.
Some of my favorite pieces sat proudly on their shelves. The rest went to my gallery with all my other accumulated items from my very long life. I could feel my age stronger now than before I met Mor. It used to be a long monotonous journey, which is its own level of exhaustion. Everyday, Mor breathes new life into me. Somewhere in my life, I had become content with merely existing; I forgot to live.
Seeing her here, in my space, thrilled me in a way I couldn’t imagine. There wasn’t anywhere else, in all the realms, that I wished for her to be.
Her fingers brushed across my carvings. Feather-light touches, never looking back at me. She admired them wordlessly. Making her way to my workbench, prickles raced through my skin at the thought of her looking at the unfinished piece.
“That one isn’t done yet.” I hurried over to the table and arrived before my current creation at the same time she did, no way to avoid it now.
I watched her study it. I was trying to piece together the chaotic and rough lines that looked like a crude version of a dick and balls.
“That’s not….” I started, pausing with my mouth still partially open.
She turned to look at me with the biggest smile on her face. At least she was attempting not to laugh, but she quickly lost that fight. “That’s not a giant wooden twig and berries?” she mildly managed to get out before the laughter overtook her.
I found myself laughing with her. Not about the stupid carving, but at how funny life is. I never knew I needed anything more in my life until she came crashing in.
“I love you.”
Her laughter slowed awkwardly and then stopped as she just looked at me.
“I love you,” I said again, my heartfelt ready to burst out of my chest. The steady thrum announced that I was finally, truly living.
She didn’t frown, but she didn’t smile either. Maybe I should have waited to tell her.
“Jasper,” her soft voice pulled my attention back to her, but the creeping sensation in my heart didn’t settle. “Jasper, we’ve only known each other for around two months now. We were told that we are perfect for each other, and we cannot be with anyone else.”
Wow, this feeling in my chest is uncomfortable.
