“Right,” Constantine says with an annoyed pout. “Herlover.”
I smile, appearing to agree with Belladonna’s comment, but inside, I’m reeling from the entire exchange. Shockingly, it has a lot less to do with the idea of taking someone’s life and more about the realization that Belladonna is right.
If itisbound to happen … then I would want Gemini by my side, witnessing it all.
34
GEMINI
Isense her before I even open my eyes. And for a few seconds, I keep them closed, letting the soothing jet of water wash over me as I finish my shower.
I haven’t seen Veil all day, and my skin has started to itch. I should stitch us together so she would have no choice but to drag me along wherever she went. Grinning at the thought, I open my eyes, finding Veil’s vague form through the foggy shower glass. I turn off the water and step out, reaching for a towel and wrapping it around my waist, my eyes never leaving hers.
“Beloved,” I say softly as a way of greeting her.
The rain drums loudly on the stained-glass windows, muffling the sounds around us, even my voice. But although she doesn’t respond, I know she heard me. She regards me with intensity, arms crossed as she leans against the large double sink.
I slowly pad toward her, my skin buzzing with electricity the closer I get.
“Have fun today?” I ask.
Her eyebrow lifts in quiet amusement as she purses her lips before saying, “It was … something.”
“Which part?” I ask, my voice full of levity.
Finally reaching her—as if those handful of steps were the same as crossing a desert to find an oasis—I slide my palms up her arms and crowd her with my body.
Her chuckle is dry, but I can still feel the warmth in her tone as she lifts her chin ever so slightly to keep eye contact. “All of it.”
She uncrosses her arms, allowing me even closer into her space, and I take it, pushing my hips into hers. I keep one hand on her shoulder as the other slowly curves up her neck, my thumb trailing across her jaw.
“Oh?” I rasp, my cheek pressing against her.
When she speaks again, her voice is thicker than before. “I saw the Oracle.”
“Did you?” I say before catching her earlobe between my teeth.
My hands glide back down her arms, and I feel her goose bumps under the pad of my fingers.
“Yes,” she says breathlessly as her hand caresses my waist. She stays silent for a loaded second. “It was the servant of the god of trickery.”
My lips trail over her jaw, my palm finding her breast over her silk shirt, and she curves her back to press harder into me.
“What was, pet?”
“The reason my family was banished.”
I lift my head to look her in the eyes. There’s a wary expectancy in her soft gaze as she waits for me to speak.
“Thievery killed trickery?”
Her nod is slow, almost apprehensive.
My laugh rumbles deep in my chest as I grab her firmly under her ass and perch her atop the sink. She widens her legs, and I slip in between, my hands smoothing over her waist and then down to her thighs.
“No comments?” she says, her arms linking around my neck.
Pulling her thigh higher up my waist, I drag a hard thumb into the meat of her thigh—pleasantly fuller now thatI’mfeeding her. I lift my eyes to hers. “Why would I care what our ancestors were up to?”
