He glanced back at me, and I was already licking the chocolate from my fingers. "And, to paraphrase her, there are only so many Order meeting minutes she can transcribe. "The Maleficium is usualy settled somewhere else," Ethan said. "Paige bakes?" I wondered, plucking the chocolate muffin from the basket.
There were four muffins inside: poppy seed blueberry one filed with chunks of fruit, nuts, and carrots and a chocolate version studded with chunks of white and dark chocolate. When the mug was empty, I peeked into the basket. My stomach growled ominously, and I didn't waste any time sipping the blood while Ethan picked through the contents of his duffel bag. When this was al said and done - and God granted that it would be - I was going to kick her ass for interrupting my time with him, even if I did owe her for bringing him back in the first place.Įthan sat down on the edge of the bed and handed over the mug - which was filed to the brim with warm blood - and the basket. A bolt of desire shot through my body, raising goose bumps on my arms and magic in the air.Įthan and I were both strung taut, our physical reunion clearly on both our minds, but pushed to the back of our agendas because of, as he'd put it, the business at hand. His eyes flashed silver before faling back to emerald green again. "But for now there's business at hand, and I prefer to have you undistracted when the time comes."
I didn't bother to ask what he was trying to accomplish. "I'm giving you one week to use the stake against me, and then you're done." For saving your life twice," he added, in case I hadn't remembered that he'd made me a vampire and jumped in front of a stake to save me.Īs if either was something I could easily forget. "Realy, the stake was only worth it for the points it got me. "There's no valor in disappearing," Ethan said. I'm stil afraid to let you out of my sight." "Your bruises are gone, but you look pale." "I didn't know vampires could do that." I crossed my legs and puled my hair back from my face. For a horrible moment I thought I'd dreamt he was back, that his return had been a cruel figment of my imagination.īut the bedroom door opened, and Ethan walked inside, a coffee mug in one hand and smal basket in the other. When I awoke, the bed was empty, the sheets cool.
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