Page 28 of A Bond in Flames

“Shhh now, I’m trying to sleep,” he said.

I stared across the room at the hideous bed made of bones and the god lying in it and tried to freaking breathe.

“If you’re not in this bed in five seconds, I’m coming to get you.”

That spurred me into action. “Fine,” I muttered and rushed across the room, because again, Death always meant what he said.

Shoving back the covers, I climbed up, staying as far over on my side as I could without falling out, then dragged the heavy comforter up to my chin.

There was no way I was going to fall asleep. No way.

CHAPTER9

Zinnia

She kissedher way across Death’s stomach, grinning at him. “You’re beautiful, you know that?”

“The only thing beautiful in this room is you, my precious Stella.”

A growl came from outside the tower, and she shivered. “I don’t like this place.”

His fingers delved into her hair, and he tilted her head back. “As long as you stay close to me, you’ll be safe.”

She smiled again. “I know, and I insist on repaying you for your protection.”

Death flashed his teeth. “And how will you do that?”

“Watch,” she said and kissed his chest again.

I blinked into the darkness, my skin tight, my belly swirly. I was hot; my skin was burning up, probably because I was draped over Death… again. This time, with the way my lips tingled, I had the horrifying feeling that, like the female in my vision, I’d been kissing his chest—

Long fingers delved in my hair, fisting, tilting my head back.

Oh fuck.

My gaze sliced up to Death, and he stared at me in the shadows, his blue eyes glittering. “I tried to wake you,” he rasped.

It felt like I’d only closed my eyes for a moment, but I’d been asleep for hours. It was early morning. I licked my lips nervously, trapped, locked in place by that gaze. A part of me was still in my head, feeling what she had, as if this weren’t real.

“Were you having a vision?” he asked.

His deep otherworldly voice moved through me, making me tremble, and I became more aware of where I was, and how incredibly hot and smooth his skin was. How hard his body was beneath mine. He was wearing pants, but I felt his solid thighs flex beneath me.

The female, he’d called her only Stella this time, was right—he was beautiful. The God of Death was awe-inspiring in every way, and she’d gotten to touch him, to kiss him.

You’re touching him, and I’m pretty sure you kissed him as well—his chest, anyway.

He massaged my head gently, and I almost freaking purred.

“Zinnia?”

Goddess, the way he said my name. I shivered again. I felt mesmerized, like he was the witch and not me, and I was fully under his spell. “Yes?”

“Were you having another vision?”

I nodded, and my chin grazed his chest. My nipples hardened immediately. “Um… yeah.”

Why aren’t you moving? Move.

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