Page 30 of His Angel
“Fine,” I agree with a sigh. “Anyway, it seemed to go well with her. I’m just hoping I don’t have to get the boys in to help every time we meet with the Little Sisters. Eventually, I’m going to run out of reasons, or excuses.”
“I’m sure it’ll settle out just fine. Try not to worry about it. I know you’ve been stressing these last couple of weeks, but you’ve totally got this in the bag. You’re ahead on the reading, your assignments are up to date, the girls in our house are nice, the hottest guys on the planet are arguing over you, and the best thing yet… you’ve got your amazing, funny, sexy best friend here to enjoy it all with. There’ll be plenty of time to stress out about stuff, but now isn’t that moment.”
I eye her warily.
If only she knew what I know.
“I guess you’re right,” I reply on an exhale of breath.
I can’t tell her, it’s not my place.
Now that I’m claimed, mirrored, or whatever it’s supposed to be called, I get access to more information, or at least that’s how Wyatt explained it. Being linked with them gets you closer to the inner sanctum.
I guess she’ll find out the truth soon enough.
“Always.” She nods seriously. “Now, do you have time to help me plan this ceremony? I want it to be perfect.”
“You’ve requested one of these for Taylor?” I ask, shaking my wrist and attempting to tamp down the panic.
“Of course,” she replies, dragging a sketchbook from her bedside drawer. “I said I would.”
“Yeah, I just thought you’d wait a little longer. You know, be sure?”
“He’s the one for me, Ivy,” she says, excitement twinkling in her eyes. There’s no hesitation, no fear. The only thing she sees right now is love and opportunity—hope.
How quickly is that going to be dashed once reality sets in? Too quickly.
“Okay,” I agree.
It’s not what I want for her, thisopportunity,and I can’t think too hard about who might make it though and who won’t, and what that may or may not hold for them, but she’s here, we’re here, and we’ve got to forge a path forward. Holding on and waiting isn’t going to get her into the final run, and if she’s happy with him, who’s to say there’s a better option for her?
“Good, because, girl, I have plans.”
I shuffle over on the bed as the book lands just inches away from where my feet just were, Tamsin joining as she flips open the book.
“When did you have time for this?” I ask, flicking from one page to the next, a plethora of mood boards enclosed within. “This isn’t a wedding, you know? You get to do that separately, later.” I hope.
“Oh, I know. I just wanted to be prepared.” She smiles, fondly running her fingers over some of the pictures. “I’m just trying to work out which Devils we should invite to be the ones to officially witness, or whatever. Does something official need signing?”
“Well, I was completely unconscious after he declared me his in the pitch black, in the middle of the night, so I’m going to say no.”
It’s a detail I’m not sure she was aware of as her critical gaze narrows in on the soft leather around my wrist.
“I’m sorry you didn’t get the magical moment, chick,” she admits quietly. “It could have been so much better.”
“I know,” I agree. “But I guess it’s kind of fitting, really. He took, I gave. Fear, lust, and an audience. That about sums up my relationship with Nick Barrett.”
“So, you do like him after all.” She smirks.
“Of course that’s what you took from that,” I reply with a roll of my eyes, adjusting the pillow behind me, an unwanted waft of cologne from the man in question puffing up from the fabric where he made himself comfortable earlier on.Jackass.
“Obviously, I want you there.” She continues her train of thought like our sideline conversation didn’t even happen. “And Taylor will want Jasper…”
Her sentence runs off as she smiles, a blush creeping over her cheeks.
“Taylor isn’t the only one who wants Jasper there though, is he? Don’t tell me you did what I think you did… with both of them?”
“Well… that night, at the party, drinks were had, things were said, it may have gotten a little… complicated,” she hedges.
