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Rolling to a stop, I found myself beneath him—his forehead pressed to mine. Endless, flinty pools beheld me, transporting me to a land of mossy beds, tickling grass, and a blanket of leaves overhead, shielding us in our own private world.
“Ahh,” I moaned, lids falling shut as he slid past my folds. Alex kissed them, enticing a giggle out of me.
“I love you and belong to you, Aella Vanda.”
I kissed my love. My friend. My savior.
My Alexander.
“I love and belong to you too.”
We moved as one, meeting each other rise for dip. I brushed my lips over the scratches I made on his shoulder, murmuring apologies.
We came together in a fury of moans and promises—bodies shuddering against each other as he spilled inside me.
For hours, days, weeks, an eternity, we made love, exploring every inch of each other. It was too soon that we collapsed into an exhausted, sated heap.
I laid my head on his chest, drifting off to the steady thrum of his beating heart. All that time I wasted agonizing over if I could trust him with everything. As long as there was Alexander, there was only one decision, and I made it.
Consequences be damned.
“Alex, there’s something I have to tell you,” I began.
Selene couldn’t interrupt. I shoved her in a drawer, claiming I was going to the library to study how to break a magic barrier, and I needed to read in peace without her bugging me to read aloud.
“You can tell me anything, Aella.”
I smiled across the pillow, lacing our fingers together. “I know I can. It’s about why my mom was taken in the first place.” I took a deep breath and let it out slow. “The thing is I was born a—”
Knock. Knock.
Alex frowned at the door. “Who’d be knocking this late? Ignore them,” he said, pulling me closer. “What were you saying?”
Knock. Knock.
“Son.”
Alex shot up.
“Wake up. I apologize for the late hour, but we must speak.”
“What the hades?” Alex hissed. “What is he doing here?”
“Your father?” I pulled the covers over my chest, whipping around. “What do we do?”
He scrambled out of bed, hurriedly doing up his underclothes, pants, and shoving on his tunic. “He can’t find you here,” he whispered. “Aella, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, but...” His gaze drifted over my head.
I followed his line of sight to the wardrobe. “You’ve got to be kidding me!”
“Shh,” he hissed, waving his hands. “I wouldn’t ask you to do this if there was another way.”
Another knock sounded on the door—louder that time.
“Aella, please, he doesn’t need me to open that door to come in, and he won’t wait much longer. You have to hide.”
Swallowing my protests, I got up, quickly dressed, and ducked into the wardrobe just as the door banged open. I clamped my hand over my mouth, smothering a surprised cry. Through the crack in the wardrobe door, I saw an imposing, muscled figure cross the carpet.
“Are you all right, boy? I thought I heard voices.”
