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“Reign,” she moans at my touch and leans into me. Then in a blink, we’re on each other, lips, tongues… I can’t help but grope her, my hips moving against her pelvis. We’re both panting and groaning until we hear a loud cough.
“Ahem…” Alastair says with a subtle tone of indignation.
“As if you wouldn’t want to watch,” I tease as I right myself again. Poor Tressa is as red as a tomato.
“Watch? No. Participate? Quite possibly. Life is a long business, let’s see where we end up when we get to Zürich,” he says with a laugh.
“I am not above hitting you,” I remind him.
“Some thanks I get.” He rolls his eyes.
I turn back to Tressa. “Are you sure, sweetness? This is really what you want?”
“Stop asking. The answer is yes… But I do have one condition.”
“Anything,” I say, desperation obvious in my voice.
“My sister comes with us. If she wants. Or at least, we pay for her flights to visit as often as she likes.”
I nod feverishly. “Yes, of course. Always. I can’t wait to meet her. I can’t fight it anymore. I love you. If this is what you want, I will give it to you. I can deny you nothing, love. My sweet immortal love.”
Chapter 47
Tressa
Three Years Later
"Holy shit,” Libby laughs as she looks around the Arbon mansion. “I can’t believe I get to live here.”
She looks so good. Her golden hair is long, flowing around her shoulders in the gentle breeze and she’s wearing a black dress and tights—with tennis shoes. Pure Libby. Adorable and lovely. The scars on her face are awful, that’s true, but they don’t take away from her beauty.
I squeeze her extra tight. “You and me both. Sure beats the little place you last saw when we were still in Zürich,” I chuckle.
“Totally. Makes that place look like a piece of crap.”
“Alright. I wouldn’t go that far. But yeah. It suits us,” I say, admiring our beautiful house even more through Libby’s eyes. The tall hedges, the manicured rose bushes and the way the stone house rises up out of the lush grounds—it’s magical here, like a fairytale.
“Isn’t it weird though… the three of you? Is there somethingspecialgoing on here? It’s okay if there is. You know my generation is very open to polyamory.”
That has me cracking up. “Gosh no. Alastair is a close friend. Nothing more. We like having him in the same house nowadays. It suits us.”
“Good to know. He’s pretty cute,” Libby adds. They met a while back, and I have my own thoughts about that.
I shake my head. “He’s an infamous player,” I warn her. That, and I would hate if he turned her down. Libby is absolutely beautiful, but she does have some scarring on her face, and if Alastair ever sneered at her I’d have to kill him.
“I have to admit something, I needed to check if the three of you were togethertogetherthough, because otherwise this would be a very different conversation,” she starts, voice a little unsure.
We stop walking through the grand halls and I pull her onto the nearest bench. “Don’t tell me… you and he didn’t…” I can’t even bear to say the words.
“I’m twenty-one now, for the record…” she protests.
“And he’s over a hundred,” I counter the weak argument.
As predicted, she immediately throws it back in my face. “Your age gap is bigger, how Reign tells us.”
I gasp. “He told you his real age? He’s never even told me his real age.”
Libby laughs. “Hey. When he asked me for my blessing to marry you last year, I weaseled it out of him.”
