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Her breath hitched and I felt her throat swallow beneath the press of my lips.
“Atticus,” she whimpered.
“You belong to me, and I’ll never let you forget it. But first,” I nipped her earlobe, “I need to figure out what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours.”
Chapter Fifteen
Roux
Atticusheldmeinhis arms, his breaths caressing the back of my neck and I had a sudden urge to run just to see if he’d chase me.
“Will you let me roam free in your mind?” he asked, his voice a low rumble.
I turned around and looked deep into his fathomless eyes, trying to figure out if I could trust him. But I think my heart already knew the answer. “Yes.”
“Come over here. The more comfortable you are, the easier it’ll be.” He led me over to the sofa in the corner of Thane’s office and he sat down before patting his knee. “Lie down and pop your head here.”
“Okay,” I said, following his instructions and getting comfortable. He brushed the hair away from my face and stroked the strands. The calm before the storm.
“Close your eyes, take a breath and relax.”
“Will it hurt?”
His hand stilled in my hair. “It shouldn’t. But I’m not sure what I’m going to find.”
I wasn’t going to panic. Here was a chance to find answers to some questions I’d had for a long time. Who was I before? Where did I come from? What had I lost?
I grabbed his other hand and interlinked our fingers. “Alright. I’m ready.”
Then I closed my eyes and waited.
Something teased at the corner of my mind, like a little breeze that tickled my temple.
“Relax,” Atticus said softly.
I took a deep breath and as I exhaled, that breeze pushed past a barrier and entered my mind.
It was strange, I couldn’t see anything but I could feel a coolness shifting through my memories like a Rolodex. Then it just stopped.
Atticus grunted and his hand twitched in mine. “There’s something here. Something blocking me.”
“What?”
“I don’t know. But it’s powerful. Maybe even ancient.”
Well, that didn’t sound good. Or possible. Something ancient? We only used that term in relation to the Gods.
His hand suddenly gripped mine tightly and he took a sharp inhale. I could feel him pushing against something in my mind, almost like he was trying to kick a door down.
I tried to tell him to stop but he gave one more powerful blast against the wall, and a sharp, piercing pain sliced through me.
I screamed and my back arched off the sofa. Bones crunched. Sounds grew louder. My body grew hot.
Then there was nothing. Absolutely nothing.
“Roux?”
I opened my eyes to the night sky, but why was it sad and full of fear?
