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The bed shifted again, and he ripped the covers from my face. I squinted at him through the mess of hair half covering my face.
“It’s been three days, Dianna.”
I turned my head, looking toward the window. Three days? It felt like hours.
Samkiel picked up the photo from the bedside table. It had broken when I slammed it against the counter during our fight, and now a crack marred the glass. It ran between Gabby and me, separating us just like I had done all those years ago.
“I ruin everything.”
I didn’t realize I’d spoken until the raspy itch tickled my throat. Samkiel brushed his thumb across the fractured glass. The frame shook as the cracks filled, leaving it whole and undamaged.
“Well, lucky for you, I am here to fix it.”
My head turned toward him, a spark of warmth seeping through my chest before I extinguished it. “Well, you can’t fix me.”
I tried to pull the covers over my head again, but they wouldn’t budge. He was sitting on them, his weight too much for me to shift without my power.
“When was the last time you showered?” Samkiel asked with a raised brow.
I glared at him and flipped him off.
“If you wish to ease your anger in that way instead of yelling, I will not refuse. I told you, you merely have to ask.”
I struggled to free my feet from the blankets so I could kick him.
“You are so easy to agitate,” he mocked.
I growled and continued to pull at the blankets, unwilling to admit defeat. “It’s only because you’re annoying.”
“As are you. Now come on. Get up.” Samkiel stood. “We’re getting you out of the house.”
I crowed in triumph, even though I had done nothing. The covers went over my head, but he stripped them away a moment later. I squealed as he leaned down and scooped me into his arms. All the air rushed out of my lungs as he tossed me over one broad shoulder.
“Samkiel!” I gasped, slapping his back as he carried me toward the bathroom. “You ass! Put me down. I can walk.”
He chuckled and tightened his grip on my legs, his arms like steel bands. Once in the enormous bathroom, the world titled and shifted, my ass hitting the cold stone of the countertop. I kicked and swatted at him with one hand while trying to push the tangled hair from my eyes with the other. He laughed outright this time and started rolling up the sleeves of his council garbs.
Samkiel strode to the large tub and pressed a silver button. A waterfall appeared, colored lights dancing through the drops in a sparkling display.
“That’s a bathtub?” I asked, my eyes roaming over it. I had never seen anything like it.
“Well, that answers my question about whether you have used it.”
I grabbed a small bottle off the counter and threw it at him.
Samkiel caught it mid-air and smiled as he removed the lid. The scents of jasmine and lemon filled the room as he poured half of the contents into the tub, the water turning a smooth cream color.
“Are you going to wash me too?”
I shouldn’t have asked because the smile that lit his face made my stomach flip.
“If you wish.”
My body shouldn’t have heated at the low, sultry invitation in his tone. I shouldn’t have had a million different images running through my brain at the mere thought of accepting. Yet here I was, my nipples hardening and my body a godsdamn betrayer. He knew it too, knew that some part of me, even against my better judgment, reacted to his flirtatious, heated words. Fine. He wanted to play this game. We could. Only I would be the victor.
A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he caught my hesitation. I didn’t need my powers to feel his energy shift as I slipped with sinuous ease from the counter. Call it boredom, irritation, or maybe I was just a ruthless bitch tired of crying, but I wanted to feel something besides the empty ache in my chest. I ran my hand over the thin strap of the cami I wore. Samkiel’s eyes followed my every movement, a moth drawn to a flame, and I wanted him to burn.
I gripped the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head, tossing it to the side. Samkiel licked his lips, his gaze locking on my breasts and staying. I could feel the heat of it as if it were a physical touch. I cupped their weight, my fingers sliding over my nipples, teasing him. He let out a small strangled moan but didn’t move.
