Page 81 of Wild Kiss

I wanted to scream at him, pummel his chest with my fists about the secrets he’d kept. But every time the anger sparked…the memories we’d had pushed to the surface.

“Is it something I should know about?”

“Absolutely, I may have a way to help with your memories of them, something that wouldn’t work without them here. Get some rest while we talk though, little dove. You’re looking a bit pale.”

“Don’t ever keep anything from me again,” I said coldly, holding his gaze. Guilt flared in their depths.

“I promise,” he vowed solemnly. And it was ridiculous…but I believed him.

With a lingering stare at the three of them, I retreated, tangled emotions weaving about inside of me.

Once inside, I rushed upstairs, my pulse galloping, my mind hurting.

And of course, I couldn’t help but throw myself at the window, staring down at the three men outside. Staring at all of them…I couldn’t help but think it wouldn’t be so bad to have all of their attention.

I sorted through my thoughts, feeling like maybe I had my feet on earth again, like maybe their arrival would come with a solution to help my lost memories.

I peered out at Ares talking to the two men who were animated with their arms. The Wilder guy kept shoving his hand into Ares’s chest.

I was pretty sure Ares could destroy him, and yet he just stood there, taking it. It told me that he didn’t see them as a threat.

The longer I watched them, the more they almost felt…familiar to me. Unlike with Alistair, where something just sat wrong about him the entire time, these two left me curious to find out more about my past, and Daxon especially…my wolf seemed to recognize him.

As the three spoke, soon moving into the house, I pulled back from the window and went upstairs to my room, well aware that things weren’t going to be the same anymore. Their arrival had changed everything, and I hoped for the better. I could feel the change in the air, I’d seen it in Ares’ eyes.

But, what would happen with the four of us if I never gained my memories back?

* * *

The bonfire crackledin the night, ambers shooting for the sky, giving off a magical appearance.

Ares had called for a town barbecue after a flurry of people grew paranoid with the arrival of Wilder and Daxon. It had been too easy for them to just stroll into town, without any sirens going off, or even guards noticing them.

Apparently, they’d gained a magical crystal from a witch in town that opened up the portal entrance and blocked the alarms.

Ares had gone out to pay the witch a visit, and said he’d dealt with it. I didn’t ask what that meant because he was in a rush once he’d returned, announcing the party for tonight.

He’d been busy with assuring those who lived in town that they were safe. And that was why he insisted on having Daxon and Wilder attend the function, so people’s worries were put at ease.

It also gave me confidence that these two alphas didn’t pose a danger to us, otherwise I was sure Ares would have thrown them into the dungeon.

I sat on one of the logs surrounding the outdoor fire, watching everyone mingling..Connor served food, while a group of women huddled around Wilder, chatting his ear off. It was a strange thing to feel a pique of jealousy at seeing them draping themselves all over him. Ares had said he was meant to become my mate, which left me intrigued. I tried to picture myself with him…and it surprisingly wasn’t hard.

That was when I noticed Daxon sauntering towards me, and butterflies exploded in my stomach.

“Mind if I join you?”

“Sure,” I answered softly, slightly mesmerized by the beauty this man possessed, how his masculine, woodsy scent washed over me each time the wind blew past him and into me.

With it came the haunting sound of his voice. The familiarity of it.

“It’s such a perfect night,” he continued.

And just listening to his voice brought the answer I sought. I knew where I’d heard it before…

He was the voice in my head. I straightened on the log as it became clearer.

Heat bloomed inside me, spreading through my chest at the man that had been in my head for weeks. It never made sense, and now, it seemed like the pieces of the puzzle were starting to click together.

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