Page 80 of Eternal Obsession
Alex leapt up.
My skin glowed, indicating I too had enjoyed a recent feed.
“Daumia?” Alex looked me up and down, having never seen me in modern attire. He was struck at how well the fashions of trousers and white shirt suited me.
“It’s been . . . too long,” I said.
God, he was beautiful. I had almost forgotten how perfect he was. I’d missed him.
“Where did you come from?” Alex was terrified.
“The underworld. Care to join me?”
He stepped back.
Alex came at me like a storm, fangs bared, eyes burning with fury. In an instant, he slammed me against the stone wall, and behind me, cracks split through the ancient mortar. Cascading books, glass, and shattered relics rained down around us.
We rose together . . .
Clashed in the air, a whirlwind of teeth and claws, dark silhouettes spinning through the shadows. On the ground, the fight turned brutal with elbows, knees, snarls, the old language of violence I knew too well. But even as his blows landed, even as he cried out with frustration, I laughed.
“Is that all you have?” I whispered into his ear as I drove him backward. “I expected more.”
“I hate you.”
“Alex, open your mind to me.”
He glared. “Get out!”
“So much for hello.”
“You are not welcome.”
“I promised I would come back for you,” I said.
“Yeah, right.”
“Don’t get pissy with me.”
“I said get out!”
I shoved him against the wall. “If I wanted to kill you, I would have, but I don’t.”
Alex could feel my breath on his mouth. “What do you want from me?”
Close to a kiss, but none came, a tease, a haunting of our hearts for all we could have been.
“Why so afraid?”
“Take a guess.”
“I’ve missed you. I had to see you.”
“You chose this life for me,” he began. “You tricked and lied. You murdered my father.”
“Your father all but murdered you.”
“He thought I was—”
