Page 62 of Obsidian and Frost
She’d done it to me before.
This time, just the thought of it had been too fucking hard to bear, though, because we’d actually connected deeply in the way I’d hoped for all this time. And only then had she ripped it all away.
When I’d been in it.
When I’d let her back in.
When she’d letmein finally.
I’d never had somebody get inside my head, my very being, like both her and Sylas did.
But with Velra shut down, there was no opening there, no way in now.
I’d given it so much inThe Fade.
I’d thought it was the beginning of something.
Until she’d turned it into the end.
I couldn’t do this back and forth. It had me walking a razor’s edge.
It made me dangerous.
Too fucking dangerous both for me and everyone around me.
Hell, for her, too.
Because if I pushed on down that road, it could quite easily spark obsession in me.
Depraved, primal, and unrelenting obsession.
The kind that could burn everything to ashes.
And that was—
“Are you actually going to open your eyes?”
I jolted.
And then my eyes did open involuntarily from the surprise of his voice.
His kind of hoarse, sleep-infused voice.
I looked to see him to my right, not touching me, and over on his side, turned toward me with his elbow propping his head up on his pillow
Watching me.
“Have you seriously been watching me sleep?”
“No. I’ve been watching you stress out as soon as you woke up. Worrying your lip between your teeth, clutching at the sheets, grimacing.”
When I didn’t say anything, and scrubbed my hand over my face with a heavy sigh, he reached out and gently stroked my arm. “It doesn’t need to be one or the other, you know? The three of us—or perhaps even the four of us, actually—can coexist together in a hot as fuck unit, functional enough to work.”
I eyed him. “What? No, that’s not—she ran away when it was just me. Three of us—no, four? What four? Please tell me you’re not talking about the fucking Immortal.”
“Oh, I most definitely am.”
“Nah, that’s over and done with. Actually, it never started with them.”
