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“Yes, I do. A beautiful little girl, just like her mama,” I tell her with a huge smile as love fills me up.
I am thrilled she is having a baby, and a little girl at that. If Bessi could get pregnant soon as I thought earlier, it would be perfect. I might never get to have kids or a husband, but I will always have them. Becoming an aunt is exciting enough.
“You will have babies too,” Luci whispers, as if she can read my thoughts. I often believe all three of us have this bond that allows us to read feelings or thoughts. “You will have a devoted husband who adores you because you deserve to be adored.”
“I am not sure there is someone out there for me. No men have ever...I don’t know, held my attention, I guess. I’ve never felt what you two have felt with your husbands. I am a little envious of it, sure, but if I never get it myself, so be it.”
“You will have it as well. It will find you.”
This is not my sister’s familiar voice assuring this. It is the same voice I heard before. Not at all familiar. Yet, I trust it. I am not sure why I do, or why I want to hear what it has to say, but I do. Who could the strange voice, with its stranger promises, be?
Somehow, I know it is tied to how I wound up in my bed, that sensual, sexual feeling earlier after my shower, and most certainly to the soul-shattering orgasm I gave myself last night. Whoever—or whatever—this voice is part of all of these things.
“Something wrong Cari Bear?” Luci asks with concern.
“No, no nothing is wrong,” I tell her, meaning it. “I am excited. I want to start going baby shopping! This is exciting!”
Luci lets me get dressed before I get dragged in to helping her pack up her last few things. It is a somber moment, but not sad. I am glad she is in love, married, with a baby on the way.
We promise to keep our Sunday dinners, and she calls Bessi to set up lunch to announce the baby. I hug her goodbye and tell her I love her. Back inside, I linger inside her room, recalling the laughter and tears, good and bad times we shared there.
Settling back on my favorite fluffy chair by the fire, I grab my book after pouring myself some tea. Opening the book up to where I left off last night, I am smiling as I read about sinfully sexy hookups between a monster and his mistress.
Hit with a sudden brush of heat, I sit up with a gasp. “He was here last night. He was here, and I was not alone. Was it...was it him?” No voice answers, not one in my head, the voice I heard earlier or whoever I think was here last night.
Am I crazy or is some magic going on that I cannot see?
Chapter Four
Mayhem
Never have I been so enamored. Which is saying plenty being as I have existed for several lifetimes. Not that I have been alive, living, breathing, all those lifetimes. Simply existing.
Until now—until I laid eyes on my little flame.
Once I saw her, once I smelled her sweetness, tasted the same air she breathes, I could not bear to leave her. I have stayed close to her in the days since, and it has been torture. On the first night after I found her, she was sad and alone. I wanted to go to her, to tell her she is not alone, that I am here and will be here until her world ends and she can join me in mine.
I almost went to her but thought better of it. I will go to her, I will tell her she is mine and I am hers, but that was not the time. There was something plaguing her, so I do not want to add to it. It irritates me that I was lost for how to fix her woes.
“How do I fix it?” I whisper as if a guiding voice will answer.
Nothing answers besides the cool breeze blowing through the amber hued trees. Darkness floods the skies at night falls, and I come out of the shadows to watch over my little flame.
Yesterday she was happier after a visit with her sisters. The three girls seem very close so I know I must charm them too. I will do whatever it takes to make her love me, want me, and trust me. Which means they must welcome me.
They both have magic in them. One is a shifter who mated with another wolf before they began their own pack here in Moon haven. The other is a mystic not as powerful as her warlock mate, but close to it. It has been fascinating to see how their magic strengthens when the three are together.
“Help her find her magic,” I whisper to myself as I watch her now, sitting in that chair of hers, a little sad once again.
Walking through her walls the way I did that first night, I kneel in front of her. Tonight, she is snuggled beneath a huge blanket, and I suspect she is in her favorite silky gown. Shame. I prefer it when she goes without her night dressings.
Between us, the veil I put up is very thin. I want her to know I am here, that she is not alone. I am just not ready for her to see me this way. As the monster I am. I must make her need me first. She cannot know that I am a Demon unworthy of her.
“I can feel you,” she whispers, setting her book aside.
Blinking at her, I start to move back, to escape before she can know I am here. But I want her too badly.I need her. Being near her, feeling her aura, her goodness, is the best thing I have ever felt. Far beyond anything I deserve. Yet I crave it, I want it if she will let me have it, and that is why I truly am a monster.
“My little flame,” I whisper, reaching out to her, but holding back just shy of touching her. “I am always here for you. You are never alone. Never again will you have to feel loneliness.”
