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I nod, and she trails her fingers down my chest. “Mate,” she murmurs.
Yes. She is our moonlight. Our strength. She sees us,Kane rumbles contentedly.
I let out a sigh and press my forehead to hers. “I love you, Georgia,” I whisper, before leaning in to kiss her again.
Georgia pulls me closer, our tongues tangling as she wraps her legs around my waist. “I love you, too.”
We pull away from each other, our breathing ragged as we smile and lock eyes. I can see the heat in her gaze, and before either of us can say anything, we’re already coming together again, our hands exploring each other’s bodies as we kiss hungrily. I know we should rest. But who needs sleep when you have a Soul Bond to explore? In the name of science, of course…
Chapter 3
Georgia
“Remind me to never get a room next to you two lovebirds again,” Scarlett groans as we step out into the street the next morning. The sun hits her full on, and she holds her hand up to shield her eyes. “Not unless it’s soundproofed, anyway.”
“Sorry,” I mumble, cheeks burning.
Scarlett laughs. “Don’t be. I’m teasing. You two are soul-bonded and horny. Who am I to stand in the way of destiny? Just…maybe try to keep it down a bit next time.”
“Andalwaysmake sure your windows and doors are covered,” Ethan adds. “I was in the hall at one point and that glowing you do was lighting up beneath the door.”
I blush, but Ryan sniffs, his expression unrepentant. “I’m not going to apologize for making love to my mate. Besides, the glowing thing is new. We’re still figuring it all out.”
“Oh, I bet you are,” Scarlett says with a wink. “But Ethan’s right. You two need to take precautions. We don’t know who might be out looking for you. And that glow of yours is like a giant neon sign of supernatural light.”
Ryan slips his hand into mine as we walk down the busy street, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “We’ll be more careful,” hepromises. “But for now, let’s focus on our next move. We can’t stay in one place for too long.”
Ethan nods, his eyes constantly scanning our surroundings. “Agreed. We need to find those witches Caspian mentioned and figure out our long-term strategy.”
“All of that sounds great,” Scarlett interjects, “but I’m starving. Can we please get some food first?”
Ryan chuckles, the sound rumbling through his chest. “Food does sound good. I worked up quite an appetite last night.”
“I bet you did,” Scarlett quips with a smirk. “Just try not to break any dishes with that new strength of yours, Romeo.”
“My control isn’t that bad,” Ryan protests, but there’s a hint of a smile on his face.
We spot a diner just down the block, its neon ‘Open’ sign flickering in the window. The promise of hot coffee and a hearty breakfast is too tempting to resist.
“What do you say we fuel up there and then make our plans?” I suggest, already feeling my stomach growl just thinking about pancakes.
The others nod in agreement, and we make our way into the diner and settle into a corner booth. Ethan takes the seat facing the entrance, his posture alert despite the casual setting.
Scarlett slides in next to him and picks up a menu, studying it intently. “I think I’m going to get the lumberjack special. Eggs, bacon, sausage, hash browns, and a stack of pancakes. I’m ravenous.”
“Maybe pick something a little less pricey,” Ryan suggests, leaning in to keep his voice low. “The cash Caspian gave us won’t last long.”
Scarlett frowns slightly but nods, setting the menu back down. “Good point. I’ll just get the basic eggs and toast then.”
“How about we split the lumberjack special?” I say, giving her a sympathetic smile. “That way we can still enjoy a big breakfast without breaking the bank.”
Scarlett grins at me. “Sounds perfect. I knew there was a reason I liked you.”
“We should do the same,” Ethan says, looking at Ryan. “We’ll need to stretch our funds as much as possible until we figure out our next move. It isn’t safe for any of us to touch our bank accounts.”
Ryan nods, his expression grim. “You’re right. We have to assume the Alpha’s people are monitoring everything. Credit cards, bank accounts, even our old cell phones. We’re off the grid now.”
Scarlett frowns. “Two lumberjack specials it is—split four ways with the pancakes on the side?”
