I’m able to pick up his thoughts because he’s terrible at shielding his mind—at least his worries—but I don’t think Hazel has caught on.
It’s hard to hate the guy when he is genuinely concerned about what his leaving would mean for Hazel’s safety with the “creature” still on the loose, but if the two of them would just be truthful, they could hash it out and be done.
They’re both being sneaky, and that never ends well for anyone.
I watch and wait, ready to back up my girlfriend, but truthfully, if it comes down to a fight between the two, I’d probably do more harm than good.
I’m a lover not a fighter.
Speaking of fucking, Hazel is horny on a level I haven’t seen from her before, but I’m not complaining. Perhaps she just hopes to fuck us out of her system, though I don’t think that’s it.
Zephyr hasn’t approached me to have a conversation about the wholefucking my girlfriendthing, but maybe he doesn’t think it’s necessary?
I have no idea if angels are matriarchal. Though I still think a conversation should be in order. At the very least, it would be a good olive branch to clear the air between us, but he just might not care. After all, it hasn’t fully clicked how much she means to him.
Oh, he knows he cares.
He just hasn’t reached the point where he’s ready to cut ties with Heaven. He and Hazel should really have an honest conversation before that happens, though. Just so neither party ends up resenting the other.
On the whole resentment train of thought, I try not to let it bother me that he follows her to work every day while she hasn’t returned to Rut with me since he moved in.
Although, to be fair, she does snuggle with me on the couch every night, and she never turns me away from her bed. She’s snugglier than I would expect her species to be, but I would never complain about physical contact.
Cuddles and snuggles have been surprisingly good for my soul, and my obsession with the devourer only grows with every passing day.
My gut instinct says there’s something more at play, but I haven’t been able to parcel out what that something is.
Hazel always smells delectable. Considering there are no others of her kind available to ask, I’m unsure if all devourers have such potent pheromones.
I’ve spent quite a lot of time racking my memory for clues about why her scent is so familiar at times, but thus far, I’ve got nothing. It’s baffling and frustrating all at once. I imagine it’ll come to me once I stop focusing on it, though.
I’m even more confused when my laundry begins to go missing. Of all the scenarios that I come up with, nothing makes sense. It leads to a bit of an obsession on my part, and I find I’m so intrigued that I peek in her doorway after she disappears inside with an armful of mine and Zephyr’s dirty clothing.
She climbs onto her mattress, giving me a nice view of her arse as her dress pulls up in the back. I don’t let myself be distracted, and it pays off.
Hazel sniffs one of my shirts and grabs a pillow, folding up the material and stuffing it inside. She repeats the process with several items of Zephyr’s clothing before shoving the rest under the stack of pillows.
It’s only then that I notice the blankets piled in a circle around the edges of the bed.
It’s almost as if she’s made a nest for herself, but there’s no way…
“What is she doing?” Zephyr asks, appearing on the other side of the doorway. He speaks so softly that a witch would have no chance of picking up the sound, but I’m unsure if Hazel might.
Siphoning past the open door, I appear behind him as he peeks in her doorway on the side closest to the hinges.
“I believe she’s nesting,” I whisper in an attempt to avoid alerting Hazel.
Zephyr jolts and spins around. “Only shifters and fae nest.”
“There’s an exception to that,” I say, cracking a smile.
I’d bet my last hundred dollars I’m right.
That overly sweet tinge her scent gains when she’s hyper-aroused…
I think I just figured it out.
Zephyr follows me into the room as I come to a stop at the edge of the bed. Grabbing Hazel’s ankles, I tug her to the end of the mattress and flip her over. Her legs hang off the bottom, and she grins at me in confusion as I prowl over her soft body.
