Page 18 of Torn Ivy
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Cathy’s nod of approval now that I’ve got my manners back, and I’m not acting like a spoiled brat anymore.
“Remember that place I told you about?” he mutters.
I frown and then remember he mentioned an Academy called MistHallow. “Yeah.”
“There. Give me a couple of days. I know the Headmaster. He can probably help if he knows the supernatural world is in peril. He’s a good sort.”
“Okay, well, if you get the information, you know where to find me. Right now, I need to go home, get some sleep and try to figure out a way to stall killing my guys so Death doesn’t take my soul.”
Ramsey nods. “I’ll walk you back.”
I hold my hand up. “No. I need to be alone.” His face falls, and I shoot him a weak smile. “Sorry about smashing your face in.”
“Sorry for lying to you.”
I shrug. “I guess we have all been hiding shit. That needs to end.”
“Agreed. I have no more secrets.”
“Me either,” says Josh.
“Same,” I mutter, and look at the guys. “I’ll see you later, okay?”
I turn to leave, but then wince. “Erm, how do I get out of here?”
Vex snickers. “Allow me.”
“Like hell?—”
Tate’s exclamation is cut off as Vex snaps his fingers, and I find myself on the front steps of his house, staring out at the full dawn in motion. Without wasting a second, I head back to the terraced house I share with Ramsey, hoping Vex can find something that will help me understand this power. I don’t think anything can tell me how to wield it, but if I knew why it existed and what it is really made for; then maybe I have a shot at taking on Death and winning.
I trudge across campus and into the house. Taking the stairs, I feel utterly drained. The events of the night swirl through my mind: Death’s ultimatum, discovering my chaos magick, revelations about my past, and The Syndicate.
I head straight for the shower, hoping the hot water will help clear my head. Turning it on, I strip off and shift back to Ivy. Poison isn’t going to help me with this. Climbing in, I stand under the spray, and try to sort through everything I’ve learned.
I’m some kind of cosmic glitch. A rejected Death candidate with unpredictable chaos magick, and now I’m expected to use that power to take down Death and dismantle The Syndicate. In theory, it’s a solid plan. The Syndicate under Death’s rule sounds like a pretty nasty place, and I’m adding to that by being Poison. That has to end now. Somehow. But in practice, I feel this maytake more than I’m able to offer, and that thought doesn’t sit well with me.
Washing methodically, I run the sponge over my body with my eyes closed, imagining it in the hands of my guys.
Gasping, I open them to see Tate with me, naked and soaking wet, as he moves in closer, his hands cupping my tits while he pinches my nipples.
“Did you bring me here?” he asks with a soft smirk.
“Must have.”
“Handy magick, that.”
“Isn’t it just.” I barely manage to get it out before he picks me up and slams me against the cold tiles, his mouth devouring mine as I drop the sponge and cling to him, wrapping my legs around him.
Tate’s mouth crushes mine, hungry and demanding. I moan into the kiss, my fingers tangling in his wet hair as the hot water cascades over us. His hard body presses me against the tiles, as the marking on my lower back flares up into white hot pain.
I gasp as it drives a shot of lust straight to my pussy. There is no doubt that I’m with my fated mate. My soul knows.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” he growls, his lips trailing down my neck.
“Me too,” I gasp as he nips at my pulse point. “I’m sorry I ran.”
He pulls back slightly, his intense gaze locking with mine. “Don’t ever do that again. We don’t need you to protect us, Ivy. We just need you.”
