Page 8 of Fire Kissed
I need him here. I’ve never needed anyone in my entire life, but I need him here now. Just to know he’s okay.
I’m fine. I’m always fine. I just want you to take care of yourself. Don’t let them make you cry. You’re strong, Rhys. Remember that.
“Where are you?” I whisper like a crazy person to literally no one. But if I really am going crazy, I hope I never fucking come back.
That’s not important. Just know I’m with you. Whenever you need me.
I blink through that thought. That’s what it is. His voice is like a thought in my mind. It’s not even a foggy memory. It’s clear as day with the hints of his alluring accent lingering in my thoughts.
I miss him so damn much. I knew I did, but somehow it feels rawer and rarer now that I’m reminded I don’t have him.
“How is this possible?” I ask hesitantly, still whispering quietly against the warm water falling from the tall ceiling. “How are you doing this?”
I’m not. I’m not doing anything really. I just kept thinking of you. I kept...
He dwindles off quietly before coming back to explain.
I kept thinking that I’d never kissed anyone the way I kissed you. It felt... like divine damnation. And tasted like heaven.
My cheeks warm instantly as I remember the way he kissed me and the way his sexy words made me feel. My thighs shift in the water, and since I have this man literally living rent-free in my head, I have to force myself not to think about how good he felt inside me.
Don’t think about it. Don’t think about it. Don’t—
His warm, rumbling laughter shakes through my thoughts and all through my limbs like a tingling electric shock.
Yeah. I thought about that too, Love.
My eyes close hard, but a smile spreads over my face at the very thought of him. My slick palms push over my upper arms, hugging myself the way I wish he could. Goose pimples chase across my flesh. My lashes flutter to overwhelming memories.
“That still doesn’t really explain how I’m able to hear you.”
A lull of silence slips in, and a fear that he’s gone forever lashes through me.
I—I don’t really know how to explain it. One minute, I was thinking of you, and the next... I could hear you. I could feel your worry. Your pain was more than my own. Everything about you was suddenly so much more important than me. You were everything.
My mouth parts, but there isn’t a single thing I could say that would feel as poetic as Latham. How is he always so perfectly put together even during the most bizarre situations?
“Can I see you?” I ask on the quietest voice I dare to speak.
Torben said no. On more than one occasion.
No.
Latham’s response is flat and commanding. Almost identical to Torben’s.
“I want to see you,” I tell him more firmly this time.
No. Don’t think about that. I’m fine. Just focus on you. You’re strong enough to withstand Hela. And I know you’re smart enough to make it through this.
I don’t dare think it, but he said he was in pain. That my pain was more than his own.
And I can’t ignore that.
“Mates,” I say instead.
...Mates?
“After years of knowing one another inside and out, wolf mates can hear each other’s thoughts. They share a bond like no other. That’s the only time I’ve ever heard of this kind of magic.”
