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“Never.”

With an amused smile, she shuts the door. Chuckling, I stuff my softening dick back into my pants and lean back into my seat with a sigh.

“Interesting how she didn’t confirm or deny your assumption that her thing for monsters only extends to you.”

I flinch in surprise at Kwil’s voice. When the hooded man sits up and turns to me, I can feel his eyes on me. I try to see into the shadows that protect the face that he so desperately wants to keep hidden. My attempt is futile.

“Have you been awake this whole time?” I ask. A smile stretches across my face. “Pervert.”

Kwil’s body shakes with his chuckle

“I’ve been awake long enough to know you taste like ‘a good time’ and that my necromancer will take advantage of car sex whenever she can.”

I snort. “Your necromancer? Psh, I have a feeling she wouldn’t enjoy hearing that.”

“Nonetheless, it doesn’t change what she is to me,” Kwil hisses, his voice growing cold.

His sudden shift in mood doesn’t perturb me. “Well, she was mine just now, and I have a feeling after Viktor’s little outburst back at the safehouse, she has no intentions of being your, or their, anything.”

Kwil says nothing to this. Instead, he lies back down in his seat.

Outside I catch sight of Viktor coming towards the car. At the same time, Theo removes the pump from the car and returns it to its holster. As the leader of this band of very un-merry men reaches for the driver’s side door, Kwil says,

“Her soft whimpers were nice to listen to, but wait until you hear her scream your name.”

Chapter25

KWIL

The sound of Willow’s laughter through the cabin door is infuriating.

She and Jonah have been hitting it off and acting like best friends since he’s returned to his human form. It’s like it’s just the two of them and the rest of us don’t matter. Her eyes never linger in my direction, and the last time we touched… It feels like ages ago. The monster is riding me hard. I long for the chance to tear through the creatures that won’t stop chasing us down. The distraction is a short reprieve from the jealousy riding me.

I know it’s irrational, but the blood-thirsty monster I’ve become seems obsessed over our travel companion. And honestly, I don’t blame him. The more I’m around her, the more I feel myself enthralled by her smiles and the sound of her laughter.

Her laughter drifts through the door to where I am outside. My arms cross over my chest while I lean against the hunting lodge we’ve broken into for the night. With funds running low, and the inability to use safehouses in case they’re being watched, we’ve resorted to breaking and entering. Not a good look. But since we came back into this world through the ripple in Jonah’s cave, nothing we’ve done would look good in the Brotherhood’s eyes. I know Theo thinks once this is all over and we make it back to the Third Realm things will get easier. And maybe he’s right. But when I think about going back, I can hardly stomach it. What will happen with Willow if we leave?

NO LEAVE.

I force the beast to calm down. Anytime I think about where we’re going or what we’re hoping to achieve at our destination, the monster protests. Swallowing down another bout of anger and despair, I glare out into the darkness. I should be in there sleeping while Viktor and Theodon watch over the cabin. Instead, I’m out here fuming for no specific reason.

The sound of footsteps drawing close pulls my attention away from the darkness. A moment later the door opens, and Willow emerges from the house. Her eyes dart to me in surprise before she nods her greeting.

I bristle. Or maybe it’s the monster that does. Either way, this is not the same greeting she gives Jonah. She’s practically given the three of us Ghosts the cold shoulder since she woke up after Viktor’s outburst rendered her unconscious. I hate it.

“Everything alright?” I search her face for some sign of distress as she steps out and walks towards the porch railing.

“Yeah, I just needed to get some air. Being stuck in a car or inside a room or house is driving me crazy.” Her eyes sweep through the woods as she speaks.

“It’s quiet tonight,” I assure her, wondering if she worries about what’s out there.

“Even if it wasn’t, you guys are doing a good job keeping those things away.” She leans against the railing on her forearms. My eyes trail over the simple black cotton dress she’s found inside, admiring the way it molds to her curves.

Silence falls between us. This is our first time alone in so long, and it’s filled with silence. I should let it thicken and hang. What good will it do for me to bond with a woman I’ll have to leave behind eventually? But I can’t stand the silence. Not with Willow. I won’t stand for it anymore. Especially not when I can see something is wrong. The longer I stare at her face the more I start to notice. Like the hard press of her mouth and that look in her eyes as she turns her head to look at me as I push off the wall and move towards her.

“You can tell me when you’re uncomfortable, Willow.”

Her eyes widen before they flicker away from me. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

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