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My pulse was hammering at the thought that anyone might’ve been hurt. Or worse. Oh, fuck. What if Jo was dead? What if she’d taken the brunt of the attack and died?! What if I couldn’t save them all? What if I lost her?
But before my thoughts could spiral out of control, the beauty came strolling through the door with a smirk and salute.
“Hey, babe,” she greeted. “Thought you’d never wake up. These guys have been so goddamn annoying every day while you slept.”
Every day?
I did a full one-eighty as Cash came into the room and the place I’d called mine long before I met any of them was overcrowded by all the monsters I’d collected.
“What’s Aram doing here?” I finally asked as everyone waited for me to get my bearings.
I was assaulted by every bit of his disappointment before he spoke, “I’m your mate, V. Of course I’d be here.”
“Okay, my granddaughter has only just woken up. She needs time to collect herself. Get out, the lot of you. There’s plenty of time to catch up once she’s caught her breath.” Grams gestured for everyone to get out.
Aram didn’t budge, but the rest left. I stared at the odd pair they made. My tiny grandmother next to the mountain of Fae was a sight I’d never get over, especially since he took a step away from her like he was uncomfortable.
The flash of a memory slipped into my head. A much-younger Grams slid past him in a cloud of dirt, her bat striking his knees in a brutal blow. Her strawberry-blonde hair blew across her face, but that sassy little smirk was all Grams.
My mouth moved into a curse that had to be Aram’s native tongue, his magic floating around him until he called it back. He wouldn’t hurt a human, even one as bratty as this one. Before I could cling to the memory, it was gone.
I eyed Grams, no longer convinced she was a normal, run-of-the-mill Hunter. It didn’t make sense. She’d crossed paths with too many formidable opponents and lived. “Are you sure you’re not the weapon the Organization created?”
Her laughing eyes stayed on mine. “A weapon, yes, but not the one you’re thinking of. That’s all you, you brat.”
Takes one to know one.
“I feel like you’ve failed on my education if you outwitted this many scary opponents,” I clapped back in a sassy dig. “It’s a bit rude, if you ask me.”
She couldn’t hide her smile. “Oh? And who just came back after destroying the Original who’d evaded a god all this time?”
Aram crossed his arms, his posture smug as if it’d been him she’d complimented.
“Well, yeah. Iamthe monster they created,” I muttered under my breath. “Still doesn’t explain how you did it.”
My grandmother shook her head with a little laugh and gave me a feisty glance. “Sometimes secrets are meant to stay that way, V. Not all of us can live out in the open like you do.”
Um, what the fuck did that mean?!
I was left to ponder my grandmother’s cryptic statement. Patting Aram on the arm again, Grams headed for the door. She didn’t need to say anything else. She’d raised me in place of my parents. I could tell it was the end of the conversation.
But it was odd to watch her treat all these crazy supernaturals like anyone else. Guess she’d been in this world a bit longer than I had been.
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t eager to ask her more about what she’d seen over her life as a Hunter. Clearly a lot. The fact that my Grams was associated with so many terrifying types couldn’t be a coincidence. Still, she’d take those secrets to the grave with her, and I couldn’t exactly blame her for it.
She closed the door behind her, and then it was just the Fae god and I.
Chapter 35
Plowable Hottie Roster
Itried to speak, but the Fae god swooped in too quickly. Our mouths clashed and he lifted me like a ragdoll to bring me closer. His powerful tongue stroked the seam of my lips, then slipped inside, and I forgot where I was for a second.
I kissed him back, unaccustomed to wanting it without the Season manipulating my thoughts. The urges were gone, and so was my excuse. I kissed him because I wanted to.
Fuck.
It was several minutes before my head started to work again. I pushed on his massive chest, but the bastard wouldn’t budge. I raged, but my stupid body was living for every stroke of his mouth. I might be a monster, but he was a fucking god, and his kiss proved it.
