Page 47 of Galen
“I know.” He chewed his bottom lip, gaze dropping to his feet. “I just miss my life, Galen.”
I couldn’t stop myself. Ihadto touch him.
I cupped the side of his face, hating how much I loved the warmth of his skin beneath my palm. His hazel eyes flickered back to mine. Shock swirled in them, but so did something else. A hunger I knew all too well. Was he remembering last night?
“I’ll think it over,” I said.
Hope filled his eyes. “Thank you.”
I dropped my hand from his cheek and went inside the mansion without another word to him. Bellamy met me in the entryway, sliding his daggers into place on his belt. He and I were teamed up for the night, while Raiden and Gray took the other side of town. Alastair and Castor were going to travel to the next town over and keep watch, as there had been reports of attacks the night before.
Phoenix hadn’t been bluffing when he said he’d set hispetson the humans. I was exhausted from the amount we’d had to kill over the past few nights. Those bastards never seemed to stop. One died and more appeared.
“Leaving me to babysit the human?” Daman asked, sitting in the nook of the large bay window in the living room. He often sat there to draw.
“Be nice,” Bellamy told him. “Simon’s a sweetheart. He has a nice ass too.” He said the last part while winking at me.
I snarled under my breath. Dammit. That possessiveness continued to linger.
“Like I give two shits what his ass looks like.” Daman rolled his eyes. “Humans are disgusting.”
“Oh yeah,” Bellamy said. “I forgot you prefer to bang monsters.”
“Fuck off, pretty boy.”
Bellamy put his hands up. “Hey, I’m not judging. I fucked a cecaelia once who did things with his tentacles I still have wet dreams about.” He tapped his chin. “Actually, I should probably track him down again.”
“Come on,” I said, opening the door. “The shades will start hunting soon.” I turned back to Daman. “Try not to be a dickwad to Simon. Got it?”
“Bite me,” Daman said, eyes narrowed. “Oh, that’s right. You’ve already bitten someone recently.”
For fuck’s sake.It sucked not being able to keep a goddamn secret around them.
Once outside, Bellamy spread his wings. The feathers had royal blue undertones, almost like raven feathers when in the sun. He flapped them once, then lifted off the ground as I unfurled mine and did the same.
“You can compromise with him, you know,” Bellamy said as we left the veil and flew toward town. “Simon isn’t a bird you can keep locked in a cage. He has a life.”
“Even if I release him, Alastair won’t ever let him be truly free,” I said, remembering what he’d told me that day in his study. “Simon knows too much.”
“His memory can be erased. Alastair’s done it before—”
“No,” I snapped, my sternum aching at the thought of Simon not knowing me.
“Calm yourself, brother.” Bellamy offered me an apologetic smile. “It was only a suggestion.”
“Let’s stop speaking of this.”
He nodded and said nothing more.
My thoughts confused me. I wanted to distance myself from Simon because the idea of falling for him scared the hell out of me. But on the other hand, I never wanted to let him go.
Would it be for the best if his memory was erased?
The back of my neck tingled as I sensed a group of shades moving through the shadows not far from the Saturday night crowd in the downtown district. Bars, shops, restaurants—every person would be targeted. And by the size of the group, I knew it would be bloody. Brutal. The biggest attack so far.
“Bellamy!”I told him through our mind link since he was too far for me to say it aloud.
“I sense them too!”He dove toward the ground with me close behind.
