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Mimi ignores her, in what I sense is a small act of defiance, and focuses on me. “Your friend left first, but he was by his car across the street on his phone, and when Lisa asked the teens to move, they wandered over to him. They talked, and then he let them get in his car, and they left.”
“Thank you.” I smile at her, and she ducks her head, blushing.
“No problem. Glad to help.”
Back at the van, Bobby runs a search for the shelter’s contact details. I tap my fingers on the steering wheel as he dials. Agitation runs through my limbs. The search for my twin and the absence of Fee, both grate on me.
She’s back.
She came back yesterday, but she’s with them.
I close my eyes and exhale. No, I won’t let the jealousy, the possessive urge take control. She doesn’t belong to me. She doesn’t belong to anyone. Her heart is free to give to whomever she wishes. It’s what Az, Mal, and I agreed, and I need to remember that.
Fuck, why didn’t she come home?
“Thank you.” Bobby hangs up the phone.
I realize that he’s been having a conversation with the shelter that I’ve completely missed. “What did they say?”
“The guy who runs the shelter knows Hunter. He said he spoke to Hunter, who told him three teens would be dropping in. He made space for them, but they never showed.”
“And Hunter?”
“He hasn’t seen him.”
This is the last spot Hunter was seen, and he left with the teens. Teens who may also be missing.
It has to be more than a coincidence.
It’s also the end of our breadcrumb trail.
What the fuck do we do now?
Chapter Nineteen
Iwas insatiable when it came to Azazel. His touch evoked a hungry fire in my blood, the rumble of his voice teased a storm of emotions to life in my chest—longing, desire, and the undeniable urge to become lost in him, to become one with him. He made love to me like it was our first time, exploratory and deliciously slow, but also like it was our last time, with a searing passion that spoke of no tomorrow.
When we were alone together like this, limbs entwined, bodies slick with perspiration as we moved together, it was as if we’d been born for each other. Our soul bond flared and consumed us, pulling us into each other’s heads, shattering the shields and melding our minds so that his emotions washed over me, his craven hunger became mine, and my desperate need to crawl under his skin became his. The connection throbbed and ached between us, heightening every sensation so I was putty in his hands.
His mouth slanted over mine, hips thrusting to meet mine over and over, slow, leisurely, and delicious. He swallowed my moans, one hand on my hip to hold me steady as he picked up the tempo, angling me so he was hitting the spot that undid me. I clung to him, desperate for more, for everything, for every inch, and when the world shattered we coasted the stars together, mouths inches apart, breath mingling.
We lay tangled together afterward, pulses thudding hard as the world melted back into place.
I stroked his chest, lingering over his abs and down to the V that held so much promise. He sucked in a breath and laughed.
“You are insatiable.”
“You love it.”
“I do.” He pulled me close. “I love you.”
I would never tire of hearing him say those words. I propped myself up and looked down into his face. “I love you more.” I would never tire of saying them either.
“How was your day with Mal?” he asked.
I grinned at him. “Oh, now you ask?”
He gave me his upside-down smile. “I’m feeling magnanimous now.”
