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“Aye. I’m sorry, Elsie.”
“How did he die?”
“I killed him,” Thorne answers softly. “He suffered first.”
Hearing that the human who sold me to vampires to repay a debt died violently shouldn’t bring comfort, but it does. “Good.”
“I’ve searched for centuries for you. Always one step behind…one day away. Even Viktor, with all of his knowledge and power, wasn’t able to find Kragen or you. Bloody bastard.”
“He still searches for me.” My words draw his attention back to my face. “After all these years, he still searches,” I repeat. “It’s why I keep moving. Why I never stay anywhere long enough to be found.”
“Until now. I’ve finally found you.”
“Aye,” I answer, stepping inches in front of him. “You found me.”
Thorne’s eyes search mine before his large hands cup each cheek. “I love you, Elsbeth Abernathy. I’ve loved you since the first time you stole my water to wash the shite off your hands, and I’ve never stopped.”
Kissing Thorne is something I’ve dreamed about for three hundred years. Standing here, staring into his eyes, I do something young Elsie would’ve never done. I crash my lips into his, not wanting to wait another minute.
Thorne reacts instantly, pulling me even closer until there’s no space between the two of us. He separates my lips with his tongue, and the sensation of our tongues colliding nearly sends me over the edge.
I fight the urge to undress him on the riverbank when a sensation I’ve only felt one other time hits me, making me pull away quickly.
“Do you feel that?” I ask, out of breath.
Thorne turns his nose to the sky. “Shit,” he whispers.
“What is it?”
“It’s not a what. It’s a who,” he answers, stepping away from me.
Turning toward the source, I feel something I’ve only experienced once before. A young woman is leaning against a tree with her foot propped on the trunk and her arms crossed in front of her chest. Her hair is a mixture of bright pink and blonde. Something about her reminds me of a rockstar from the ‘80s. “Hi!” She waves.
“Do you know her?”
“I can hear you,” she interrupts, moving closer. “My name is Luna.” She holds a hand toward me. I shake it, not sure what else to do.
“What are you?” I ask, staring into bright green eyes.
“You didn’t tell her?” she asks Thorne. “I’m not surprised.” She punches him on the shoulder.
“Luna, this is Elsbeth,” Thorne answers. Her eyes grow large with my name.
“Elsbeth? THE Elsbeth?”
Thorne sighs. “Elsbeth, this is Luna. She’s my pet werewolf.”
“Werewolf?” I stare at the girl in front of me, not sure what else to say.
“I prefer the term lycanthrope.”
TWELVE
family and love
“Luna? Why are you here?”Thorne asks the young girl.
“I’m here to keep an eye on you. Topher insisted that you needed a babysitter, and I was tasked with the job.” She wrinkles her forehead. “I believe we’ve had this conversation many times. I’m not sure why you suddenly don’t remember.”
