Krys showed…restraint.
Ishowed restraint.
Fuck.
The other two guys are still sleeping—Everett awkwardly draped in one of the armchairs, his body too big for the minuscule piece of furniture. Rafe sleeps like a damn vampire in the bed beside mine, his body perfectly still and his hands folded on his chest.
I shakily run a hand through my hair, my thoughts whirling.
How is this possible? How do I remember everything that happened last night? How is it that Krys showed restraint when he lacks the ability to?
Unless…
I swallow the lump in my throat and pad on silent feet to the bathroom, slipping inside and closing the door behind me. I place my hands on the granite countertop and take a deep, shuddering breath.
I know the others have been claiming for years that Krys and I are the same, yet I haven’t believed them. I always considered us two entirely separate entities—a Jekyll and Hyde case scenario.
But…
But they’re right.
Theais right.
Taking another deep breath, I finally lift my head and take in my reflection.
A gasp lodges in my throat.
I’m…me. But I also look different.
My eyes are darker, the cerulean blue appearing almost indigo in the bathroom light. And my hair… My hair is darker too, the white strands underscored with black streaks.
“What the fuck?” I whisper, bringing a trembling hand to my face.
Those are definitely my features. I can feel the pressure of my fingers against my jawline.
Is it possible that Thea was right about more than just Krys and me being the same? Have we finally…merged?
I catalogue myself, my emotions, wondering if I feel differently.
I still feel like me, but…more confident. There’s a part of me that wants to march into Hades’s throne room and demand answers. That same part wants to crawl into bed with Thea, part her creamy thighs, and lap at her slit until she’s crying my name.
And since the first idea will get me killed…
I slip out of the bathroom and move towards the connecting door. Rafe and Everett are still asleep, which surprises me. Then again, we did have a stressful few days. I can’t imagine either of them has slept more than a wink since Thea materialized in our lives. I wonder if they took comfort in the fact they could hear her—her breathy moans, her pleas for more, her ragged breaths.
My cock stirs to life, as it always does at just the thought of her.
I slip into the second bedroom and pause to admire my beautiful sleeping reaper. It’s strange to watch her like this, unencumbered. With her lashes shut, she looks soft and vulnerable. Normally, there’s a combative glint in her blue eyes that never fails to rile me up.
Zaid is curled around her, also naked, his hand cupping her perfect tit in his sleep.
Lucky bastard.
I move to her side of the bed and kneel before her, taking in the flawless perfection that is her face.
“Thea,” I whisper, keeping my voice soft to not disturb Zaid. “Thea, love.”
Her lashes flutter, confusion creasing her brow. She blinks repeatedly before her hooded eyes settle on me.
