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I followed her. “Get some real food too.” For shit’s sake, I already sounded like a mother…
I startled awake in a bed,panic scraping over my skin at the unfamiliar surroundings. My heart crashed against my ribs, and my frantic breaths ripped the silence of the room apart. Light blue walls met rich hardwoods, and lavender perfumed the air. A shaft of soft moonlight streamed through the windows and brightened the painting of a rainy forest on the wall.
One of Fane’s.
Memories of the night I saved Jayla from those creeps drifted away, and I collapsed back onto the pillows. A bitter tang coated my mouth because I missed her, but I didn’t have any right to.
My life had drastically changed since then. Hell, it had changed even more within the last few days thanks to Fane Maverick’s bite and the Infernal Sol. Which one of the two had caused a mental link to form between us?
I yanked the covers off and lifted my tank top to study the magical tattoo branded on my abdomen. Would I be stuck with this demon amulet inside of me forever, or would Fane really find a way to get it out? And then what?
A wave of heat suddenly slammed into me, and the room spun like an amusement park ride.
What the hell?
I crashed back onto the pillows and grabbed my chest, my body burning and throbbing like fire had erupted through every vein. I clamped my eyelids shut.
And when I opened them, I wasnotin the guest room anymore.
ChapterTwenty-Four
My heart rammedagainst my ribs in a frantic drumbeat, and I sucked in ragged gulps of air full of fading paint fumes and jasmine that grew outside the open window. Instead of lying in a bed, I stood in a different room.
Son of a bitch. I’d separated from my body again.
I lifted my tank top and stared at the sun tattoo, surprised it wasn’t glowing or sparkling like a damn glitter bath bomb. This ability to astral travel had to be some freaky side effect from the Infernal Sol.
The room had the same crown molding, hardwoods, and hardware as the rest of the Anders’ home, so I couldn’t be that far from my body. Blank canvases leaned against the wall in one corner, ready for use, while shelves of paint, brushes, and other supplies lined another wall. An easel with a freshly painted canvas stood near the window on the right.
As I moved, my feet brushed over a rug and then a white sheet covering the floor beneath the easel. The abstract painting held primarily gray, black, and blue tones, but drops of pink exploded in the center. The jagged brushstrokes gave off angry vibes. And confusion. A battle of emotions spilled within the muted shades and blossoms of color.
Heat slid down my nape, and I twisted around, flinching. Fane slept on a couch, his torso bare and low-slung gray sweatpants leaving little to the imagination. His naked form had already been permanently burned into my mind—just like he’d predicted. There was no forgettingthat.
I tiptoed toward him, exploring his tattoos and the scars within them. He must have had to fight his entire life to earn all of those. My fingers spread out and lightly traced the ones around his heart, my throat tightening. They were definitely claw marks.
Had someone tried to literally rip his heart out?
A few paint splatters speckled his chest and more covered his tattooed fingers. This guy could paint shirtless, and droves of men, women, and everything would come to watch him.
Fane stirred, and a short breath burst from his lips. The hand resting on his ribs lowered. And lowered again until he rubbed himself through his pants.
Flames converged over me, spreading all the way to the tips of my ears. What the hell was he dreaming of? Not me—unless he was fantasizing about killing me. Hewasturned on when we were wriggling around in the dirt earlier, though.
A husky moan tumbled out of him, and a line developed between his brows. I ran my finger over it to smooth the area back out.
I was a serious fucking creeper. I should get back to my room before I violated his personal space any more.
Well, he violated my personaleverythingwhen he decided to bite me.
Fane arched, and then his hand disappeared beneath the waistband of his sweatpants. Another heartbeat later, he whipped his cock out, stroking it.
The air left my lungs, and my feet froze to the ground as he pleasured himself. Heat burst over me, spreading a layer of sweat along my hairline. Shit. I shouldnotbe watching this.
But like a bad car accident, I couldn’t look away. And I wanted to do more than watch.
I slowly lowered to the couch, half expecting to fall right through. Luckily, my ass sank into the soft cushions as if I had a corporeal form. My hip pressed against his thigh, and his warmth burned me even through his sweatpants.
Before I could come to my senses, my ghostly fingers ran over the ridges in his abs. Last time I slipped out of my body, I hadn’t been able to grab the bottle of Jack Daniel’s whiskey in Logan’s living room, but now Fane was as solid as he had been earlier when he pinned me to the ground in the forest.
