Page 33 of Eternally Bound

“What the bloody hell is going on?” His voice sounds so agitated.

“Sylvia found us. There was an altercation.” I hear a crash through the phone.

“Is Madeline alright? Where are you?” His voice is so worried, and I get mad that I can’t answer him.

My body starts to change, and Nico holds me to him. I try to step away but get dizzy.

“Easy, give it a moment,” Nico says, adjusting the robe to ensure I am completely covered.

“I’m ok. Mad as all hell and hungry.” My throat burns as I say the words.

Gaius gives him the address and pulls Sylvia out of the room by her hair. Nico states with me, and Abbie fines the dress I ruined for me to actually look at. Since I’m covered in blood, she puts it on so I can see it on her.

We share clothes all the time so I know it will fit.

“It’s gorgeous,” Nico says in awe of Abbie.

“Tell Mak to buy that one. Can you grab me shoes to match?” I wink at her, and she smiles back shyly, avoiding Nico’s gaze.

She changes and leaves the room, and I turn to my husband’s friend.

“Please don’t hurt her.” He nods and looks nervously at me.

“Never, you have my word.” I nod and smile at him.

“SIR! You can not just enter the dressing area,” Nico stands and steps away from me just as Erik bursts in.

“Why are you covered in blood?” I launch myself at him, and the moment his scent hits me, I sink my fangs into his neck.

“Nico, get the fuck out and keep everyone away no matter what you hear.”

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Epilogue

Ismoke my cigar on the veranda and listen to the voices inside. I try not to invade their privacy often, but some nights, my boredom gets the best of me. I inhale deeply and try to pick out the only voice that I give a damn about at the moment.

Emma.

How this woman with no remarkable features and shit brown hair has wormed her way into my soul is behind me. I swear on my dad, it’s his form of a cosmic joke, from her looks to her smell.

She was put on this earth to torment me, and I can’t seem to stay away. I vowed never to go near her, but somehow, I find myself hovering over her while she sleeps. Like a fucking stalker.

I shake my head, deciding to leave well enough alone when a moan catches my attention. Wait one fucking second. I let my wings loose and flew up to her balcony, landing without a sound.

I creep up to the open doors and take a glance inside.

Her room is dark, and I can clearly see her in bed thanks to my angelic vision. I curse softly at her attire. While completely appropriate for bed without company, it is utterly indecent for peeping toms.

Lace cami and a scrape of lace someone in the clothing industry deemed underwear. I’m so focused on the next-to-nothing clothing choices that I miss the hand moving between her legs.

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