Page 33 of Gods and Graves


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Not that Rafael isn’t nice, per se, but he’s a little…scary. Adorably scary, but scary all the same.

Krystian is already slipping into the room, slamming the door shut behind him.

“It’s not a big deal.” Zaid gives my hand a squeeze and then releases it.

I instantly miss his touch, the prickling heat that invades my body.

“I’ll see you in the morning, sweetheart.” He waves and slips into the bedroom after Krystian, making sure not to allow even a sliver of light to appear.

What the fuck?

“That was weird, right?” I say to Everett and Rafael. “Really weird.”

“I can get you your own room,” Everett says in lieu of an explanation.

He turns towards the lobby—a separate building on the opposite side of the parking lot—but Rafael pulls him back.

“She stays with us,” the blood fae says coldly.

Everett’s jaw clenches. “What?”

“She stays with us.” Rafael places a hand on my shoulder and guides me into the room—a mirror image of Krystian and Zaid’s.

Rafael gestures for me to take the bed farthest away from the door, then he claims the one next to it.

Everett remains standing, his arms folded over his chest and his customary scowl firmly in place.

“Where the fuck am I supposed to sleep?” he demands, volleying his gaze between the two of us.

Before I can offer him my bed—I’m not sure I’ll actually be capable of sleeping—Everett stomps to a closet.

“Fine. I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“But…” I begin, gesticulating wildly towards the bed. “You can sleep here, and I can take the floor?—”

“I’ll take the damn floor!” Everett snaps, throwing pillows and extra blankets down. “Now, go take a shower or whatever the fuck you want to do before bed. Lights will be out in an hour because we need to leave early tomorrow.”

He focuses on the task at hand, and I return my attention to Rafael with wide eyes.

“He’s so bossy,” I whisper.

“I heard that,” Everett says.

Rafael chuckles, the sound dark and foreboding.

But I suppose I can use the time now to check off another thing on my bucket list.

A hot, steaming shower.

CHAPTER TWELVE

RAFAEL

The reaper intrigues me.

Entices me.

Excites me.