Page 30 of A Touch Of Death

"Hmm?"

He chuckles and then quietly says, "I said, I'm sorry for dropping all of that on you. I didn't mean to...I should have just... I'm sorry. You're the only one that I’ve told besides the guys. I'm not really sure why I did, but I appreciate you listening."

"You don't need to feel sorry for anything. I'll listen whenever you need someone to talk to." When I lift my head away from his shoulder, the warmth stops spreading through my body and begins to dim.

I turn my head to face him, only to find him already watching me. When my eyes meet his, the gold in his eyes grows brighter, and a silver flash of colour zips through his irises until it disappears again. Spencer inhales sharply through his nose, and his lips part slightly. "That shouldn't be possible."

"What? What shouldn't?" I ask, breathless, though I have no idea why.

With his gaze still on mine, he says, "I need to talk to Zayn."

He lifts himself from the floor, releasing my hand as he does so. I climb to my feet right after him. Just as he goes to walk out of the room, I ask again, "Spencer, what do you mean? What shouldn't be possible?"

Spencer turns around to face me again, wearing a look of disbelief. He still doesn't answer me, only stares at me like I'm some enigma that he's trying to work out.

Feeling suddenly awkward and shy, I tuck my hair behind my ear, and he tracks the movement. His eyebrows rise slightly, and he steps forward as though he can't help himself. He walks closer to where I'm standing, eyes on a spot just past my own. When he's close enough, he lifts his hand and trails a finger along the edge of my ear. My entire body shivers, and a hot flush rushes through me. I inhale swiftly, and my nostrils flare. His touch sends lighting through my body, a sudden ache forming at the apex of my thighs. Arousal has liquid pooling between my legs when Spencer slides his finger back down to my earlobe.

I reach up to grab his arm. With a husky voice that gives away the effect he's having on me, I tell him, "You really shouldn't do that toa fae's ear."

His eyes snap to mine, and when his gaze meets mine, heat flares up in those honey coloured irises. He swallows audibly, but his voice still has a raspy tinge to it when he asks, "Your ears weren’t pointy before?"

Just above a whisper, I reply, "Glamour. fae can glamour."

When my hair falls from where I'd tucked it, he brushes it aside and places it behind my ear again, brushing the incredibly sensitive skin there. His eyes flick back to the side of my head, so, while he's watching, I pull up the glamour over my ear and back down again. He reaches out to stroke it again, but stops just shy of his skin meeting mine when I pathetically whimper. "Youreallyshouldn't touch a fae's ear."

My skin feels hot to the touch, and need hits me so fiercely that it causes me to clench my thighs together to try and ease the pressure. It does nothing but draw Spencer's attention. Lust sparks in his eyes again, but this time he moves away from me. He creates enough distance that the heat finally begins to fade, and rational thinking returns.

"I'm-" he clears his throat. "I'm going to find Zayn. I'll finish up here after I talk with him."

Before I can say a word, he's gone, walking down the stairs and leaving me alone in my new room, aroused, conflicted, and utterly confused.

Chapter 15

Spencer

Walkingaway from Novia is more difficult than I care to admit, but I do it. I need to talk to Zayn, and I need to talk to him right now. Maybe he can tell me what the hell just happened, tell me that it couldn't possibly be what I think it is.

I walk down the stairs and barge into Zayn's room without any warning. I find him reclined on his bed, propped up by pillows with his legs crossed at the ankles and a book in his hand. He looks as though he doesn't have a single worry about anything.

Dick.

"What? Why am I a dick? I haven't done anything!" he declares with bewilderment.

Shit. That wasn't supposed to be a projected thought. I mumble an apology and shut the door behind me before sitting at the end of his bed and falling backwards to stare at the ceiling.

"Do you want to tell what has you wound up tighter than a harp cord? Or why you're calling me a dick when I couldn't have possibly done anything to earn the title because I've been in my room since returning from our walk?" he asks with a calm voice.

Instead of verbally answering, I let him see what happened in Novia's new room. I show him the silver flash across my eyes, and the accompanying emotions that followed: an all-encompassing hunger to make her mine, needing every piece of her the same way I need air, wanting to own her from the tips of her toes to the hair on her head. I show him the ache I felt in my chest when I refused and walked away, show him the need that's still pounding at me to go back up the newly-created stairs and cement the bond I'm sure just flared up inside me like a lit firework.

"Well, that's certainly a new development," he comments, being as useful as a chocolate teapot.

I groan and rub my hands over my face roughly. "A new development, sure. But you know as well as I do that a Mage Link isn't a common thing. But apparently, she's mine."

"Spence, it's not the end of the world. In fact..." he pauses, clearing his throat. "Nix and I have come to realise that we're bonded to her, too."

I turn my head and look at him with wide eyes. Did he just...

"Yes. I did. Nix has already told me that she's his mate. His animals are only soothed when she's near, and he feels the same need to claim her as you do. Same for me, it seems. When she cut herself on the glass, and I had to leave the room, it was because her blood was like a siren call, and I was only barely able to resist."

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