Page 22 of Underworld
My Dark Mage had some fucked up foreplay, but I complied.
Hendrik looked disappointed as he tugged his finger free of my lips, lingering long enough to trace the top one before letting his hand fall to his side. “It seems Kaito is occasionally wrong.”
“What are you talking about?”
“He had a theory that you might be a quadbrid.” He lifted a brow but when I said nothing, he continued. “If there’s more to you than what we’ve already seen, we’ll have to wait it out.”
“Waiting.” Disgusted, I shook my head. “My patience is running thin, Hendrik.”
Hendrik’s response was cut short as the ground shuddered, sending the dorm wrenching.
Flexing my hands, the claws retracted. “We need to go,” I said softly. “There are other things besides our mess to deal with.”
I had a feeling that Yuri gathering my Virtues to talk to the Dean wasn’t just for one of her bottles of blood champagne.
I started forward only to double over, crying out as an awful pain tore into me.
Hendrik knelt, his hand cupping my cheek. Fine lines of strain fanned out from his eyes and through our bond, I sensed his own pain. No, not justhis. All my virtues felt this…except…
Tears sprang to my eyes.Dante.
“This is Dante’s suffering,” Hendrik said, nodding as if he’d read my thoughts. “We feel it as he does. And it seems you do as well as the Virtue bond heals.Breathe, Lily. Just breathe…”
Several moments later, I was able to stand straight. Swiping at my eyes to clear the few tears that had fallen, I met Hendrik’s gaze. “Come on. Let’s deal with this Council Meeting. I’ve got other shit to handle and I want this out of the way first.”
Hendrik hesitated and for a moment, I thought he say something.
But he just stepped to the side. “After you, pet.”
Chapter 6
Storming outside with Hendrik at my heels felt damn good, but I had to stop almost as soon as I cleared the steps because I had no idea where I was going.
The Dean, unlike my Virtues, didn’t exact leave some psychic calling card in my head that I could sense. Which was good, yeah, but I didn’t like that I had to cut short my grand exit by stopping to look around, obviously lost.
“Lily,” said a wolfish voice.
I froze as Logan stepped out of the shadows and my heart tightened at the sight of him.
“How did Dante take the news that you're alive?” he asked, coming closer, his expression knowing.
He hadn’t wanted me to go through this. I could feel that much through our withered bond, but he didn’t pull away from me when I wrapped his essence around myself, my nostrils flaring at the minty scent of forests and wilderness.
Meeting Logan’s gaze, I sighed. “It didn’t go well.”
His gaze flicked past me to linger on Hendrik before returning to mine.
“Dante hates me,” I decided. We all might as well be open about it. Then I glared back at my Dark Mage Virtue who hadn’t responded much better. “Hendrik doesn’tmournthe dead because he has no soul. But, hey… at least Orion missed me?”
“I missed you, too,” Logan said, closing the distance between us as he cupped my cheek. His touch was so familiar, so soft and wanted.
A touch between mates.
Warmth bloomed inside at his simple statement and I leaned into him, sliding my arms around his waist. I let myself lean on him for a brief moment, needing that faultless, enduring loyalty that his wolf provided.
At least all my Virtues weren’t assholes.
He’d changed, too. I could feel it, but as Hendrik had so clearly pointed out, a year had passed for them. Theyshouldhave changed.
