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My attention returned to Grandma. There was something she wasn’t telling me. “Why isn’t she reaching out though?” I murmured. “We always keep in touch, you know that, Grandma.”
“Any digital imprint can be traced,” Amon explained. “She left her cell phone at the airport and then disappeared.”
“What he said.” A shadow passed Grandma’s expression, but it disappeared too soon and she was back to her old self, pointing her finger at Papà. “You created this mess for Reina with that agreement; I wasn’t going to allow you to do it to my other granddaughter too.”
Papà paled, a shaking hand coming up to rest over his heart. “That’s enough,” I snapped, glaring at her. “You can’t blame him forallthis shit.”
“Try me,” she muttered.
I squared my shoulders. “You know what, that’s it. I’ve had it.” I pointed at Grandma. “You will go back to Grandpa Glasgow and work out whatever your problems are. I won’t be attending any more of your weddings or calling any other manGrandpa.” Then I turned to Papà and placed my hands on both of his shoulders, boring my eyes into his. “I know that nothing about our life has been perfect, but both Phoenix and I love you. We’ll find her. Knowing my sister, she’s probably enjoying the sun somewhere.”I hope,I added silently.
I glanced over my shoulder at Amon, finding comfort in his loving gaze. “We’ll find her. And if we don’t, Dante will.”
27
REINA
Adelicious scent wrapped around me like a weighted blanket.
I snuggled closer to the source, loving the strong, solid warmth beneath my cheek. It was so soothing that each time I attempted to open my eyes, it pulled me under its spell. I nuzzled my nose against the pillow that felt surprisingly hard, and my nostrils flooded with citrus.
I inched forward, needing more of it. My leg hooked over the hard mound, and that warmth spread to my core.
My hand roamed over the curves and ridges when something hard nudged my stomach.
My eyes popped open, latching on to the broad chest and bare skin.Not a pillow at all, it would seem. I looked up into a pair of dark, galaxy-filled eyes. Amon flicked his consuming gaze down, and I followed it to my hand on his length, covered only by the cotton of his sweatpants.
I jerked away, forcing my hand off his dick. Literallyforcingit because my fingers refused to let go.
He grunted, and I watched his eyelashes brush against his sharp cheekbones.
“Sorry,” I muttered, trying not to ogle his lean torso. But it was the scars on his chest and shoulder that had all my attention. They were covered up with two new tattoos. The yin symbol was etched over the raised skin and seemed to be yearning to reach the yang, like they were trying to get to each other by floating on his skin. The artist had done an incredible job, and I knew that no matter how long I spent looking at the beautiful, intricate designs, I would never forget that he’d sustained the scars they covered by protecting me.
My fingers reached out, tempted to touch, but hovered an inch from his skin. My heart beat a wild rhythm in my chest and a tremor started somewhere deep.
In the end, I let my hand fall to the sheets and just asked, “Why another yin and yang?”
“Because it’s you and me,” he answered simply. “Always trying to get to each other, and even when we’re separated, we’ll do all we can to find each other.”
I swallowed a lump in my throat. “I wasn’t looking for you,” I whispered. “I thought you d-d-died.” Then, shaking my head and the memories away, I snapped my attention back to his face.
“You survived,” he murmured. “That’s all that matters to me.”
Then it hit me. I didn’t have a nightmare last night, not since he’d come into my bed. Nothing but peaceful sleep.
I rubbed my palm over the covers, fingers dangerously close to where I knew his hard cock lay.
“What if I’m never ready?”To touch you. To show you my body. To tell you about the demons that followed me back home to you.
“You will be. You’ll know when you’re ready.”
“But—”
He cupped my cheeks. “You’re strong. And I will wait until you’re ready. We don’t have to rush anything.”
He leaned back, getting comfortable against the headboard. His expression was light, playful even, but there was also a seriousness there.
“We’ll work on it together, my queen,” he declared, almost as if he was uttering a vow in front of God.
