Page 54 of Devil’s Snare

I couldn’t argue since I already passed out once.

Wait. There was a reason for that—the headstone. We crashed into it!

My head turned left and right as I searched for the big slab of stone we slammed into and couldn’t find it. The whole cemetery seemed different. None of the trees were located in the same place. The graves appeared altered.

“Cin?”

“You’re not imagining things. This isn’t the same cemetery.”

“Not the same cemetery,” I repeated, more confused than ever. “Where are we?”

“The closest one to Deathrock.”

“How?”

“You sure you’re up for hearing this right now?”

I lifted my hands and placed my palms on the light scruff of his cheeks. “Yes. Tell me.”

“We traveled by headstone.”

I just stared at him. That explanation wasn’t possible. It couldn’t be. That would mean something I didn’t know I could accept. Like nothing I knew about the world up until now was right. The rules had all changed in an instant.

“You’re doubting my words.”

“No. I’m doubting it’s possible.”

“Anything is possible.” His lips kicked up at the corners. “Anything, Gwen. Life and death. The soul returning to claim a lost love.”

“You’re talking about reincarnation.”

“Yeah, baby. I am.”

“I think I need a few minutes to process that.” I felt a bit overwhelmed.

“I can give that to you. Enjoy the ride. Just rest your head on my shoulder and let me take you home.”

“My apartment?”

“No. Our home. The one I want to share with you.”

My head was spinning. Everything seemed to be accelerating at a pace I didn’t know I could keep up with. I’d gone from barely knowing Cin to feeling like he was my soulmate.

His mouth brushed mine before he told me to get comfortable. Oddly enough, I didn’t find it hard to do. My bottom rested on the seat between his powerful thighs as my legs circled his waist and my ankles crossed behind him. My arms dropped from his face to slide beneath the supple leather of his cut and clasp at his back.

Cin groaned.

“You all right, big guy?”

“If you call battling my stiff dick this whole ride, then yeah, I’m fucking fantastic, baby.”

I giggled. “You’ll be inside me again soon.”

“Hell yeah, I will. Buried so fucking deep.” He nuzzled the side of my face before starting the engine and leaving the cemetery.

I never caught the name. Maybe I was too distracted by Cin’s warmth and that bulge pressing close to my core with every bump in the road.

When we arrived at Deathrock Cemetery and Cin parked his bike, I frowned. “You want forever with me in a graveyard. That’s creepy.”