Page 37 of Urn My Love

“Even if she is behind the attacks, what would she hope to achieve? You will just regenerate,” Jazriel pointed out.

“But if she takes me out enough times in a row, I could be weakened to the point my magic is too weak to allow me to regenerate. Or she might be planning to try and possess my body.”

“Who wants to possess your body?” August’s deep voice asked.

I sat up, pressing my hand to my chest, and stared at the man leaning in the open balcony doorway. “August!”

How long had he been there? How much had he heard?

“I was just saying I thought the moose wanted to take me out.” Even to my ears, it sounded ridiculous.

“Or animals just don’t like you?” August suggested, raising an eyebrow.

“It’s a shame we can’t ask the moose.” Jazriel twirled a lock of my blue hair around his finger. “Did he give you his name, by chance?”

“Of course not!” I wrinkled my nose at his silliness.

Jazriel nodded sadly. “It makes sense that he’d want to remain anonymoose.”

I groaned and August moved to sit in the chair as though too exhausted by Jazriel’s nonsense to keep standing.

“Animals don’t put out hits on humans or paranormals.” August leaned back in his seat, spreading his legs and folding his arms behind his head.

My temperature spiked, and my mouth dried.

Are you imagining yourself in his lap, riding his cock like you did mine last night?

I hadn’t been, but now that Jazriel put the thought in my head, I was finding it hard to think of anything else.

That man has it bad for you, little flame. Imagine how’d he react to you dropping to your knees between his legs?—

“Animals can be controlled with magic, though.” I tried to refocus on my conversation.

“So you think he was moose-guided by dark magic?” Jazriel’s dead-pan delivery almost made me laugh at the lame pun.

“What? You didn’t find that amoosing?”

“Enough!” Grabbing a throw pillow from the bed, I straddled his chest and pressed it against his face, pretending to smother him.

Under the pillow, Jazriel promised to behave, so I lifted it, eyeing him with suspicion.

“Maybe you didn’t think it was funny because you moosed the punchline?”

“What is wrong with you?” I smothered him with the pillow again.

Jazriel’s muffled cackling got to me, and I started to laugh too.

When I pulled the pillow away, the emotions in his eyes hit me like a punch to the gut. He was doing his best to be there for me. Using the idiotic humor to distract August from asking questions I didn’t want to answer, to distract me from my anxieties over Azurea, and to ease my hurt over August’s continued denial of our bond.

He was trying to be my everything.

I leaned forward until our noses nearly touched, and rested my palms on either side of his face. His chuckles died away as he searched my face for the cause of my tears.

Then I whispered three little words into his mind. I love you.

Jazriel’s reaction caught me off guard. He placed a soft kiss on my lips, then rolled to his side and tucked me against his chest.

“If you two are going to nap, I’m going to go find food for Iolani.” August stood and walked toward the adjoining door.

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