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“I’ve been thinking about everything that’s happened.” Micah stands, moving across the room toward the fireplace. “Elsie, youthought, hell, we all thought that Kragen wanted to die. That he wanted you to kill him.”
“Obviously, that’s not true,” Luna interrupts. “He’s still alive, or dead…” She looks around the room. “Which is it? Alive or dead? I mean, I know you all have a permanent death, but what are you right now?”
Micah pretends she hasn’t spoken and continues his thought. “Samirah had to be the one to set the bomb in Francis’s house. It only makes logical sense. But why? He got his revenge for the death of Eudora.” He nods toward me. “He stole you from Thorne’s ship and turned you into a freaking vampire. I would think that would call it even. What is he trying to do? Why try and kill everyone?”
“Because he’s a lunatic,” I answer. “No matter how much you try to figure out the motives or reasoning behind anything he does, you’ll be wrong. Kragen thrives on not following the norm.”
“Psychopaths don’t follow the rules of society,” Thorne adds. “We could spend hours, hell, years trying to figure out why he does and did the things he did. We’ll never know.”
“He has to be stopped,” Abram speaks for the first time.
Thorne stands, moving toward the stairs. “You don’t owe me anything. All our debts are paid.” He looks between the two vampires. “Thank you for being here, but I won’t ask you to stay.”
Abram stands. “I think I speak for the both of uswhen I say we will not rest until Francis’s death is avenged. We are here to see this through.”
“Me, too.” Luna chimes in.
“Yeah, add me to that.” Micah joins.
Thorne looks around the room at the makeshift paranormal Avengers. “Thank you, my friends. If you don’t mind, I’m going upstairs to change.”
I don’t wait to be asked. I follow him upstairs, to the bedroom we’ve shared for the past few days. Thorne takes off the sport coat and tie he wore for the funeral. I copy his movement, shedding the semiformal dress and changing into my usual leggings and a T-shirt.
“Elsie, I’m sorry,” he says from the edge of the bed.
I move in front of him, resting between his knees. “You don’t owe me an apology.”
“Aye, I do. If my men hadn’t killed Eudora, none of this would’ve happened. You would have never been taken, and we could have been together the way we were meant to be.” He wraps his hands around my waist. “This all happened because of me.”
“You can’t do that to yourself. None of this is your fault. If anyone is at fault, it’s Kragen. He’s the one who chose all of this.”
“Killing Francis was his way of still punishing me. He’s never going to leave you alone and killing you would be his ultimate revenge. All because of Eudora.” He lowers his forehead to mine.
“You’re forgetting one important fact. I’m the only one who can kill him.”
“I’m not forgetting that. I’m just not putting you in that place again. He took you away from me twice. I won’t survive a third time.”
“I’m stronger than you think,” I remind him.
“I’m not.” His voice is no louder than a whisper. “I’m sorry about Samirah,” he starts.
I cover his lips with my finger. “That’s not important anymore. I’m sorry I was angry. It was dumb.”
Thorne places his hands on my cheeks, pulling my face gently toward his. The connection sends chills down my spine. I climb up the tall bed, straddling his hips with mine, and never losing connection with his mouth. Our kisses become deeper, and he pulls me closer.
I rock my body into his, eliciting a deep moan. Enjoying the sound he made, I copy the movement again, this time rubbing myself along his erection.
Thorne slides his hands under the waistband of the thin leggings I’m wearing and grabs my ass firmly, helping me to glide along the hardest part of him.
“Are you okay to do this?” I ask, pulling away slightly.
“I’m more than okay.” In one quick motion, he strips off the shirt he’s wearing, throwing it in the corner of the room.
I do the same, throwing my T-shirt and leggings nearby. Thorne’s pupils dilate as he takes every inch of me in. Unbuckling his belt, I shimmy the dress pantshe’s wearing down his hips, freeing the part of him I want.
Rubbing my hand along the length of him, he moves in time with my hand. I slide low enough to use both hands. One on his balls, and one on his cock. I work them in tandem while he stares me in the eyes. The look on his face makes me want him even more.
I let go and slide forward, lining us up together. His hands caress my breasts, hitting the perfect spot on my nipples. Slowly, I lower myself onto him until our bodies are flush with each other. Thorne fills me.
