Page 20 of Captured in Love
Seven
Nora
The knockon the door startles me from my meditation. I get up too fast, and the room spins around me for a dizzy second.
“Who is it?” I call, charging my palm up with that taser spell, ready to shock an unwelcome intruder.
“It’s us,” Levi answers. “It’s okay.”
I let the magic fizzle out and shake out my hand, then unbolt the door and open it wide.
Levi and Raphaël stand on the doorstep, both soaked through. I move back to let them in, wordlessly assessing their mood. I need to tell them about Isak’s visit, but I don’t want them to freak out over it.
Raphaël takes one step in and freezes. His nostrils flare as he drags in a deep breath, then his eyes narrow, and he looks at me.
“He was here,” he says, his voice rough with menace. “Einarsson. The Icelandic witch.”
Well, crap. I should have known he’d sense Isak’s presence.
“What?” Levi asks. He peers out as if he expects Isak to be lurking somewhere in plain sight, then shuts the door and slips the bolt across. “When?”
I put my hands up in a placating gesture. “Hours ago. It’s okay.”
But Raphaël stalks closer to me, narrowing his dark-brown eyes. “What happened?”
I back up, mostly to give myself space to think—but I also don’t want him to scent Isak onme.
“Raph—” Levi begins.
Raphaël turns on him with a snarl. When he faces me again, his eyes are completely black, his fangs descended. He pins me to the wall and bends down to run his nose over my collarbone.
“He touched you,” he growls.
I tilt my head to the side, giving him full access. I want to show him that there’s nothing he needs to worry about. “Yes,” I say in a calm voice that barely trembles. “And I zapped him with electricity.”
Levi snorts. “Again? Did he just groan like the last time, or did you manage to drop him?”
Raphaël ignores him and inhales once more, his eyes flickering back to brown and his canines retracting. “That’s not what your scent is telling me.”
This is just unfair. Fucking vampire senses. I set my palms on his chest and push him off me. He resists for a moment, and I push harder, getting angry now.
“You have no right,” I force out through gritted teeth. “You’re invading my privacy.”
Raphaël steps back, his expression still stormy. “I’m concerned for your safety.”
“Oh, sure,” I snap, magic sparking from my fingertips as my temper boils over. “You’re jealous.”
“I’m not—” he starts to say, but Levi jumps between us, puts his hand on Raphaël’s chest, and shoots me a warning glance.
I’m not sure whether he wants me to stay away from Raphaël for his sake or mine.
“Stop and breathe,” Levi instructs Raphaël as if he’s breaking off a schoolyard fight. “And someone please tell me what’s going on.”
“Isak kissed me,” I say because I’m not about to let Raphaël expose what happened.
Levi frowns down at me. “Again?”
I put my hands on my hips and glare at him. “Yes, again.”
