Page 90 of Wicked Warlock
Maze took a seat on a bed on the other side of the room. I didn’t know why, but I expected them to be attached at the hip, yet they were more like roommates. I walked in and sat down on the other side of her bed, and she scooted away from me. “Tilly, I have to say I’m sorry for everything. For bringing you into this world. For getting you in trouble. I-I am so deeply sorry. I wish there was something I could do.”
I reached out toward her to place my hand on hers, but she leapt into the back corner where the bed met the wall. She crouched there and stared. Hurt ran through my chest and I just didn’t know if she’d ever get better or if too much damage had already been done. “Does she talk to you?”
Maze shrugged. “Not really.”
“Does it bother you? That she’s not her.”
“Our girl is in there. I know it.” He held a cheese doodle in the air, and Tilly leapt across the room to his bed, snagged the doodle and leapt back. She shoved it into her mouth, leaving particles of white cheese on her lips. Maze chuckled. “She responds to food. My kind of girl.”
“Like an animal,” I whispered. “Maybe the heavenly water was too much?”
“She’ll come around.”
“You sound so sure.” I wanted him to tell me he saw her in a vision and she returned back to herself.
He stopped eating and met my eye. “I have to be.”
“Why?”
“Because I can’t live without her.” He said it so simply, like it wasn’t the most romantic thing I’d ever heard come out of his mouth. “And I will do anything I have to get her back.”
Do not cry. Do not cry.
Maze’s eyes flashed milky white, and he shot to his feet and went for the door. He pulled it wide open. “Nope. You got to go.”
“What? Why?” I slowly rose to my feet.
“Because I don’t do tears. And you’re about to cry.” He pointed toward the hall. “Besides, Beck is waiting.”
“Tilly.” I turned back to her crouched in the corner. “I’ll be back to visit soon.”
She didn’t say a word as I left the room and walked on autopilot toward the room I shared with Beckett. I didn’t remember passing the students or walking through half the school to get where I needed to be. So much had happened and I needed Tilly to be okay. I needed her back. I might have a soulmate in Beckett, but she was my soul sister. When I reached our room, Beckett was standing outside leaning against the wall, waiting.
“Hey.” His lip pulled up in that half-cocky grin that I loved so much.
“Hey.”
He reached out and cupped my face between his hands. “I take it, it didn’t go well?”
I shook my head and felt tears sting the back of my eyes. I wasn’t going to cry. I was absolutely not going to cry. I sighed. “I don’t know if we’ll ever get her back.”
“You don’t know Maze the way I do… He’ll get her back. One way or another.” He leaned down and pressed a light kiss to my lips. “I know it.”
“Okay. What else do we have to do? Is there anything else to kill? People to fight against? I need a distraction from all this.”
“We don’t have anything to do until the celebration tomorrow…” He wagged his eyebrows at me. “But I can think of a way to distract you.”
I giggled. “Oh, can you?”
“My lips on your body sounds like a wonderful distraction.” He opened the door for me. “What do you say?”
I walked through the doorway and turned around to grab the collar of his shirt. “I’d say I’m in. But first there’s something I’ve been wanting to do.”
“What’s that?”
I placed my hand over his heart and held it there feeling the rapid beat under my touch. “I want to tie myself to you in every way possible. I belong to you, and you belong to me.”
He swallowed. “If you do this there is no going back. You know what it means for us to be soulmate bonded?”
