Page 112 of Hell Fae King
His brow furrowed. “You don’t need to apologize to me, Camillia. I understand your distrust. And not only that, but I deserve it.”
“I…” Now I frowned. “No. It’s not about distrust. I was just distracted by the silence in my head. It made me seek out my mates, to make sure they were still there and okay.” An instinct likely born from the few moments I’d been cut off from them.
Not that I thought Typhos would have separated me from my mates, but with Vivaxia’s endless mind games, I had to check on them.
Who knew when she would attack again or how?
Typhos had suggested that she might be weakened by me absorbing her magic and redistributing it to his Source, but I suspected she wasn’t weakened much at all.
In fact, she was probably already working on her next attack.
So what would it be?I wondered.
“What are you thinking about?” Typhos asked, making me realize that I’d wandered off again. Only this time, I’d held his gaze while pondering Vivaxia’s intentions.
“Her next move,” I whispered, frowning. “Vivaxia’s, I mean.”
He drew his touch up to my hip, then slowly stood before me. My gaze followed his along the way, causing my head to tilt back to maintain our eye contact.
Gods, sometimes I forgot how tall Typhos was, but I certainly felt it now.
He had over a foot of height on me, something that used to intimidate me. However, I felt safer than ever in this moment. Because this male exuded strength and protection. I suspected he always had; I just hadn’t been open enough to accept before.
Everything had changed between us.
A part of me should probably still be scared, yet the fluttering sensation in my lower abdomen had nothing to do with fear and everything to do with interest.
“You could probably use your connection to her to determine her next move,” Typhos said, his comment at odds with my mental musings but reminding me of what I’d said seconds ago.
Gods, I seem to lose all sense of reason around this man,I thought, quivering a little inside. The varying topics in my head were giving me whiplash. “How would I do that?” I asked him. “Try to follow the link she created and… invade her head?”
I frowned as my words shoved another realization into my mind.
“If I can do that to her, can she do that to me?” I stiffened, my heart skipping a beat. “Can she?—”
“Breathe, Camillia,” Typhos interjected, his hands suddenly on my cheeks as he pulled me beneath the shower spray.
I sputtered as water hit my face, my desire to shove him away slamming into me. But he had me up against the shower wall before I could even process what was happening. “Calm down for me,” he commanded.
“Calm down?” I repeated on a shriek. “You just tried to drown me!”
“I just snapped you out of your panic,” he bit back.
I growled.
And he growled back.
“You’re impossible,” I snarled at him.
“I could say the same to you, Camillia De la Croix.”
“What the fuck even just happened?” I nearly shouted. “You were being all gentle, and now… now you’re…”
“Taking charge?” he asked, arching a brow.
I tried to fold my arms, but he was too close for me to maneuver them up to my chest.
Gods, he has me pinned…I hadn’t even realized it, but his palms were on the stone wall behind me, effectively trapping me between his muscular form and the hard surface at my back.
