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Lucas didn’t mind. If anything, he felt like he owed Jeannie for avenging Jolie by killing Remy, and because she watched over me when he couldn’t.
Plus, Luna-touched females seem to be almost as revered as the goddess herself. Even Jade didn’t have a bad word to say about Jeannie… though that might’ve been because she wanted the twins help to find her own mate.
That’s all Jade ever wanted. Not Lucas specifically, but a mate she could be devoted to. And since I’ve gotten a pretty good handle on Jade these days, I expect to see her sooner than later. Even if she does find her mate, I have no doubt she’ll insist on him coming back to Winter Creek with her.
So Jeannie is here. Tristan stayed, too, but if I thought Jade was obnoxious when it came to me being a new guest, that’s nothing compared to Tristan doing everything he can to avoid being in the same room as Jeannie.
She’s the new ‘Fallon’ now. She stays in my old room on the third floor, and I brought her a couple of meals before she rolled her eyes and told me to stop. That, if she was hungry, she’d fend for herself. Taking the hint, I left her alone.
And who am I kidding? I’d be lying if I said I haven’t been trying to avoid Jeannie myself for the last week or so.
I have no idea why Tristan’s being an antisocial ass around my old friend, but my reason for giving her her space is obvious: whenever I’m around her, she eventually starts nagging me about the coven.
She thinks I need to at least give it a shot. Me? I have no idea how I’m supposed to do that… or if I even want to take over for Marie.
But just because I haven’t had to hear Jeannie talking about it for a few days now, that doesn’t mean it’s not on my mind. Even after another mind-blowing mating session with Lucas, right when I should be dozing off, content and cozy and well-loved by my mate, I find myself thinking about it.
Lying back on our bed, staring at our ceiling, I sigh.
Of course he hears it. If I thought he fell asleep before I did, I’ve forgotten what kind of guy I tied myself to for life.
Lucas props himself up on his elbow so that he’s leaning over me. With a careful swipe of his hand, he brushes my sweaty hair out of my face. “Talk to me, sucre.”
“You know, there were times I swore you were sick and tired of my voice,” I tease, turning on my side so that I can trail my fingertips over his tempting chest.
“Never,” he rumbles. His thumb returns to my cheek, stroking it gently. “I went seventy years without hearing my mate. Of being alone, even with my packmates living here. I could never get tired of hearing your voice.”
“Even when I’m asking my questions?”
“Ask me anything. Tell me a story. Fucking sing me the alphabet, Fallon, I don’t care. Your voice is music to me.”
“When you play me piano…” I scoot closer to Lucas, pressing a kiss between his pecs. “That’s music.”
He’s been playing so much more lately. Two nights ago, he took me by the hand, brought me to the piano room, and invited me to take a seat. And then, once I had, he played me a piece of music that was so beautiful, there were tears in my eyes by the time he was done.
Of course, then he told me he composed it himself for me. I started to blubber. By the time he shyly confessed the name of it, there was snot and everything.
Because he called it Fallon. Not Jolie. Not even Sucre.
Fallon.
Could I love this man—this male—any more? I don’t know, and I’m looking forward to forever to find out, but after he told me the name of his composition and I managed to get past the sobs, I insisted on an encore—both of the piece, and his favorite pastime of perching me on the edge of his expensive Grand piano before dropping to his knees in front of me.
Whoever I was… whoever I am… it doesn’t matter. I’m me, and that means I’m part shifter, part witch, and all Lucas Guidry’s.
But that’s the thing. I love being his mate. I’m getting used to being a wolf shifter.
As for being a witch, though?
I sigh again. “I’ve been thinking…”
He runs his hand up and down my arm. “Go on.”
The best part of becoming Lucas’s mate and finalizing this bond between us is how sure I am of his affection for me. Not only that, but my mate can sense my feelings for him. He knows how much I need the validation and small reminders that we’re together. So far from the days he was unsure of how I’d respond to him—no matter how often I took the lead when we were together—he touches me because he wants to, and because I want him to.
“The whole reason I got this second chance at life… this second chance with you… is because the Luna wanted me to embrace being both: a witch and a wolf. I didn’t want to do it at first…”
“But you’re having second thoughts,” he guesses.
