Grey's POV I couldn't get out of there fast enough. Her taste still on my tongue and these sinful ideas broadcast in vivid torture all day, I was forced to keep myself at bay. If this meant palmijg myself to keep behaved so be it. It didn't help I could smell her the short distance apart. Her skin.
Elodie's POV There wasn't a second in Adam's custody that I didn't look for a way out. Even as he shoved me into the trunk of his car with bound hands and feet or pulled me out once on his property to check his phone. Not a threat could deter the spirit I kept concealed behind seemingly cooperating
I was pulled from the back, stripped of anything financially beneficial, before being tossed over his shoulder. Despite the fact he was shorter, he was still able to move me over him with a few exercised grunts before putting me back in the car. "If it's any comfort, I know he was looking forward
Grey's POV Thirty-two years was enough time to accumulate regrets. But nothing felt worse than this. Watching her toss and turn without more than a minute of a peaceful slumber despite the fact she was exhausted and in need of rest. Each time she'd jolt awake with a hand to her chest and arms flail
I closed my eyes to keep any temptation at bay while holding out my arm for support. She used it, lowering herself beneath the veil of bubbles, and whimpering when coming to rest against the head of the tub. Only when she let go of my arm did I decide to look at her and it wrecked my own pulse to se
"I don't want to run anymore. I don't want to be afraid anymore. I want to be something they fear." "What are you asking me exactly?" I begged it wasn't where my hopeful mind asked. If she wanted to tomorrow, I would make her my official Luna, holding her hand as the transition became the most unbe
Elodie's POV "Are you sure you don't want to take any more time and rest?" Grey called from the other side of the bedroom door, his presence just as comforting as it had been the last day at his side. Insisting I stay beside him to ensure nothing more came of Adam's vile attempts, it seemed to have
"How did you do that?" "My great-grandfather made it work on the body's electricity and gunpowder. Quite the alchemist..." As we continued, my eyes noticed the rooms set along the corridor. They weren't rooms meant for storing family heirlooms, they were more like cells. When I looked back at him,