Page 114 of MidKnight
“What is she—” Ryan started.
But Declan shushed him. My scholar had worked out what I was trying to do.
I leaned up and tried again, lining myself up better so that I closed my eyes only as I got close, making sure my lips would line up with Blue’s. My face tingled as I neared the magic. I could almost hear it vibrating underneath his skin. My lips pursed, ready to touch his—
“Whoa!” a man’s voice startled me. I shot up and my eyes popped open.
I looked down to see Blue staring at me, a smirk on his face as he said, “If you’re into necrophilia, I’m not sure things will work out for us.”
Chapter Thirty
My heart galloped. I put a hand over it even as tears flooded my eyes.
Then I punched Blue in the chest. “You nearly gave me a heart attack.”
He coughed. “Seems only fair. You did stab me to death.”
“I’m sorry … I thought you were … the Abbas I knew.” I push away thoughts of the Abbas I’d fought at the castle.
“Yeah, I know. I would have stabbed me, too, if I’d been you.”
“Blue, how’d you become human?”
He bit his lip, “When I saw you free my brother. I just knew—” he touched his heart but didn’t finish his sentence.
Another of Donaloo’s inane questions came back to me. “What is the most potent magic?”
I let the silence draw on as the answer thudded in my own heart. I cocked my head and stared at him as he laid there. I took a second to stare at him and tried to burn into my mind the reality that this was therealAbbas.
It wasn’t until he grinned that I remembered he was naked.
“Are you feeling okay now?” I tilted my head and acted like I’d been scanning out of concern. “You spent a long time as a bird. Did everything transfer back—”
He propped an elbow behind his head, showcasing very defined triceps. “I’m fine. No pain or anything.”
“How do you feel about … retaliation?” I asked weakly. I doubted he’d attack, but still, I wanted to read his face as I asked.
“Bloss, a wish always costs a living nightmare. I knew what it would cost.”
I was floored. “That was a nightmare? I’m pretty sure that was worse than a nightmare.”
“It was my nightmare. That you’d hate me. That my brother—being forced to take on my body—had ruined everything. That you’d just seehimin my face. Not me.”
I gulped and looked down. Guilt scratched my ribs. “That’s exactly what happened.”
A half-grin lit Blue’s face. “Well, it’s why you don’t need to worry about revenge. I’m not like that. Unlike my ass of a father who forced his full djinn son to steal my body, my weapon of choice is sarcasm. So, if your plump ass can’t handle that...”
My knights erupted in laughter behind me.
“Plump?” I was offended and amused at the same time. I glared into his sparkling espresso eyes.
“Yup, you’re lucky I don’t mind a little cushion, but we really do need to discuss the kissing dead people thing. I’m not about to make a habit out of visiting graveyards—”
Quinn sent a picture of me prying open a coffin to all of us.
“I think I might have liked you better as a bird,” I narrowed my eyes at Blue.
“You don’t mean that.”
