Page 138 of Pretty Little Prey
“We’ll never choose anything over you again.”
“You areeverything.”
Bastille was one of the few not pleading out an apology. He sat on his knees, frozen. His heart beat anew in his chest. His cold reptilian blood warmed in his veins.She is okay. He could have cried.
When she pulled back from Kobe, the werewolf still firmly holding her to his body, she glanced at Bastille. Her beautiful blue eyes on him once more caused a cracking sensation in his chest. She reached out one of her small hands to him, and he leaned forward until she cupped his cheek.
“Bastille,” she whispered.
“It was all my fault,” the basilisk rasped in a broken voice. “All my fault. Acted like a bastard. I’m so sorry.”
“Bastille,” she repeated softly.
“Never felt so scared. Never wanted to lose you.”
“Shh, basilisk,” she cooed.
“Understand me, Luna.” He grabbed one of her hands and squeezed it. “I have learned, in the harshest of ways, to put the past behind me. Daxton… I’m okay with it. We’re all okay with it as long as we have you. Please don’t leave us. I—I want to give you everything you ever wanted. I promise to be better. I promise—”
“I forgive you,” she said, and his ragged exhale shook his entire being.
He closed his eyes and gripped her hand harder in his.
“They were all falling apart without you,” Sly remarked.
A little smirk flashed across Luna’s face. “But not you, right?”
“Who, me?” Sly scoffed. “I am far too manly.”
“Who knew fox shifters were such liars?” she joked, and Sly chuckled—fifty-four percent from amusement and forty-six percent from relief.
“We were a wreck without you,” Daxton purred to her, stroking a hand down her bare back. “You can truly forgive us?”
She shrugged, still held by Kobe. “If you ever act that way again, I’ll just leave you all behind. And don’t eventhinkabout locking me in a room again.”
Bastille smiled wickedly with pride as he told Daxton, “My mate can pick locks.”
“Our mate,” the dragon corrected.
With a stiff nod, Bastille agreed, “Our mate.”
“Wow, who knew I’d ever see you two agree on something—” She cut off and flinched, pulling fully back from Kobe’s arms and glancing down at her stomach. She dropped a hand over her side before trying again. “Watching you two agree on something is like—” She winced again, whimpering in what sounded like…pain?
“What’s happening?” Sly asked into the void of concerned men.
Fear injected itself into Bastille’s veins.
“I—Oh, gods,” she cried out and clutched at her sides, stomach, and abdomen.
The men crowded around her, hastily shoving at each other as they examined her for injuries. They ran their hands over her, seeing no external reason for her pain. Being in animal form for so long had healed her past injuries.
Yet, she shuddered and yelped.
“What is it?” Bastille demanded, willing her pain away and wishing he could take it on for her.
“S-Something is happening.” She whimpered again and clutched herself, turning into a little defensive ball as she curled up on the floor. She grimaced as pain appeared to stab at her stomach.
“What?”
