Page 45 of Accidental Blood Lust
Roman wrenches himself away from my lips with a pained groan, like letting go of me is the hardest thing he’s ever done. I wipe my hand over my damp mouth and brace myself against the sink while I catch my breath.
“Where does this leave us?” I ask reluctantly, not really wanting to know the answer.
Roman looks at the door and then back at me with pleading in his eyes.
“I might know, but we all need to talk when Loch is up for it. Will you at least stay until then?”
I shouldn’t.
But I nod anyway.
“I’ll stay.” At least until Loch wakes up and we can all get some closure.
FIFTEEN
LOCHLAN
When I open my eyes, I don’t know where I am for a second. It’s dark and it smells of sulfur, but then I’m hit with a wave of lavender, of cinnamon, of freshly tilled earth, and sun warming the landscape.
My boys.
I sit up slightly, blinking to let my vision adjust, and see both Roman and Jareth sitting in armchairs near the bed. My heart zips to life, beating quickly enough that I almost feel mortal again.
I manage a “Hi” though my voice is raspy and weak. My head is pounding too. “What the fuck.”
“You’re awake.” Roman hurries to my side, perching on the edge of the bed.
Jareth stands, but keeps his distance, and that makes me sad. “How do you feel?”
“Like absolute shit.” I rub my forehead. “Fuck.”
“Do you remember what happened?” Roman asks.
Scratching the top of my head, I wince when the memories rush back. “Not good. It’s not good at all.”
“We figured that much.” Jareth moves slightly closer.
He almost looks like he’s afraid of me. Did I do something aggressive that I don’t remember? “My head hurts.”
“I can probably whip up an elixir if I go home and?—”
“No,” I say at the same time as Roman growls the word.
Jareth raises his eyebrows. “Okay.”
“Rune probably has what you need,” Roman says.
“Right. There’s a mage here.”
“Can you come closer, Jare?”
He scrunches his face and hesitates, but when his eyes settle on Roman, he nods and steps closer. I reach for his hand and he lets me take it.
“I’m sorry.” I grab Roman’s hand too. “I’m so fucking sorry.”
“For what?” Roman asks.
“Everything. I fucked up everything.” My eyes sting again and I wish I could sob these emotions out, but that’s not happening. “I just want everyone to be happy.”
