Page 27 of Shattered Veil
“Show me,” I breathe.“Make me yours.”
Rory’s eyes flash. He kisses a trail down my neck, worshipping every inch. When he reaches my inner thigh, he pauses, looking up at me with a wicked grin.
“Mine,” he growls, then sinks his teeth into the sensitive flesh.
I cry out, pain and pleasure mingling as he marks me. The bite sends shockwaves through my body, igniting a fire in my core.
“Rory, please,” I whimper, pulling him up to kiss me again.“I need you inside me.”
He enters me in one swift motion, filling me completely. We both groan at the sensation. For a moment, we’re perfectly still, savoring our connection.
Then just as he starts to move—the world falls away.
My eyes snap open, heart pounding, but the dream lingers, Rory’s touch a phantom sensation across my skin. I’m trembling, sweaty and aching.
The pre-dawn light filters through the curtains. I blink, trying to shake off the fog of sleep and arousal. Something’s different. The dream felt too real, too vivid.
I lift the covers, my breath catching as I spot it - a dark bruise on my inner thigh. Exactly where Rory bit me in the dream.
I barely breathe, afraid to break the spell as I trace the mark with my fingertips. It’s tender, red, and most definitely real. It wasn’t just a dream. It was a vision, but I’ve never been able to make actual physical contact with anything in my visions before.
I’m spinning with thoughts. If I could connect with Rory, even for a moment, not only is there hope that he’s alive in that void, waiting for me to find him, there’s also proof that I can access the shadow realm despite the ritual failing..
I sit up.“I’m getting you out of there, Rory. Whatever it takes.”
Marius’s dark eyes flash in my mind. His shadow magic is the key, I’m sure of it.
“Let’s see how he likes being used for a change,” I mutter to the walls as I swing my legs out of bed.
Chapter Twelve
Brigid
I walk quickly through the halls, looking for Marius. My mind tornado of thoughts. Rory’s face flashes before me, not his face from last night, but from when he was taken by the rift, twisted in pain. I have to get him back. We all know that Marius can’t be trusted, that’s a given. But it’s worth the risk. Rory is worth everything.
Along with thoughts of Rory, and getting Marius to help me open the rift, Callen’s cold shoulder nags at me. Even Tiernan seems distant lately.
I’m not paying attention to where I’m going, and as I round the corner I nearly collide with a technicolor nightmare. Fiona stands before me, blocking my path like a bedazzled barrier. Her short white hair is teased up into the heavens, and she’s laden with oversized jewels that clash spectacularly with her rainbow dress.
“Damn,” I mutter to myself, halting abruptly.“What are you doing here?”
Fiona’s smile doesn’t reach her eyes.“Brigid. Is that any way to greet your dean?”
I glare at her, struggling to keep my voice level.“I don’t have time for this.”
“Oh? And what’s so important that you can’t spare a moment for an old friend?” She tilts her head, feigning innocence.
“You keep saying that—old friends—but it doesn’t make it true.”
Fiona tsks.“I was hoping we could start fresh. Put it behind us.”
I laugh bitterly.“After what you did? Not a chance in hell.”
Her smile falters for a moment, but she quickly recovers.“I understand you’re upset, but perhaps I can offer you something of value.”
I narrow my eyes.“What could you possibly offer me?”
“I’m sure you’re curious about your parents.” Fiona casually examines her peacock-blue painted nails.“Your birth parents, I mean.”
