I could feel his breath on my neck, warm and seductive.“Vos sabes que lo queréis tanto como yo (you know you want it as much as I do),” he whispered, lips running up and down the column of my throat. “Let it happen, Evelina. Let go of your fear. There is a reason you are my mate. I complete a part
It took me a minute to realise he meant my ring. My engagement ring.Fuck no. That was all I had left of Robert. How could he expect me too…My eyes widened in realization. That ring was just another symbol to him that showed he didn’t possess me. Not completely. My eyes narrowed in on Gabriel as I
The darkness in the room began to surge with ominous energy as the shadowy figure of the woman floated closer. The surrounding shadows seemed to grow more dense, more…malevolent. I could feel the familiar hum of my innate magic begging to be let out. Protect yourself, it screamed at me.I took a dee
Gabriel's POV Amaya and I stood back to back, surrounded by a circle of witches on the balcony of my penthouse. Amaya’s breath came out in labored gasps. She’d expended too much magic. The witches were too powerful for her. The plan had been for her to hold them off while I escaped with Evelina. Sh
“RUN!” I growled out angrily. She was putting herself in danger!But instead of listening to me, she reached out a hand to help Amaya up.“BEHIND YOU!” I roared frantically, watching as another witch approached them.Evelina turned just in time to hold up the broadside of the knife and deflect a bal
Evelina’s POVI landed on top of Gabriel, his body taking the brunt of the fall as he cradled me against him.“M****a!” he cursed, the wind knocked out of him.It took me a moment to catch my own breath before I lifted my head from his chest to search for Amaya. She was face down in a patch of grass
I decided now was the time to speak up.“I know where we are. I used to live here…with my papa.” I pointed down the street.A sense of poignancy filled me. I could tell you the way home from here with my eyes closed. There were memories of me learning to ride a bicycle on this very road. I still rec
A whirlwind of emotions inside me was roaring inside of me as sadness and bitter nostalgia merged to form an ugly lump in my throat. It was the first time I’d been back here since…I fought the desolation threatening to engulf me. The memory of my own papa dislocating my shoulder in a fit of anger sh