I bang my fist on the solid wood door.
I just hope I’m not too late.
Chapter Nineteen
Dylan
“Is something wrong?” I ask straight off. She glances over her shoulder, in the direction of Bunny’s studio. The door is closed, I’d heard him go in not long before. “What?”
She pushes me into the room, hands flat against my stomach. Her touch sends flares through my body, but the wild look in her eye tells me she’s not here for sex. If I had to guess from the sheen of sweat on her forehead and the scent coming off her skin, she’d recently done that anyway.
“Morgan.” She shuts the door and I ask again, “What’s going on?”
I’ve lit a fire in the massive, stone fireplace across the room, warming the drafty attic. Her eyes flick to the small tabletop covered in bottles. The first words out of her mouth are, “Can I have a drink? I could really use a drink.”
Silently I walk to the makeshift bar and pour her a glass of amber liquid. I hand it to her and lean against the back of the sofa and watch her carefully. She swallows the whole thing in one gulp.
“It’s Bunny,” she finally says.
“What about him?”
She holds out her glass again and I grab the bottle by the neck, refilling it generously. “I need you to hear me out, just let me get this out, okay?”
“Okay.”
“For the longest time I didn’t exactly understand our mating. Not really.” She holds the empty glass in her hands. “I just knew I didn’t want to choose and that being with each of you felt right.”
“Choosing one mate was locked in stone. There was never any altering that, but choosing all of us? That was totally you—and it was the right thing to do. It’s how we fought off the Morrigan.”
“Right. I know that now, but I also know something else. When you an
d I finally, you know…” I’m not sure why she stumbles over these words at times. She’s not inhibited in bed. Or against a wall. But speaking freely about sex and lust is a stumbling block. I blame her Southern upbringing.
I help her along. “Yes, I know.”
“I had another awakening after we were together. My words came back—they flowed. Then I learned the truth about Christensen, who he is and what he means to all of us.” Her cheeks are red from the alcohol. “I didn’t need to be told the goddess still resides in me. Even when I pushed it away, I felt her power. But she too is bound to my choice in mates and how you can help me fight the infecting Darkness.”
“How?” I ask, but I already know the answer. She just needed to find it herself.
“We’re a circle that will be forged in fire of our lust and combined energies.” She walks over to the fireplace and stares down into the flames. “It didn’t connect until he rejected me.”
I frown. This I don’t know. “Who?”
“Bunny. I was just with him and well, things were progressing, but at the last minute…”
“Bunny can be shy, you know that. He lacks confidence since the injury.”
“No. I felt it. I felt the moment it shifted. The Goddess knew. I knew.”
“He chose not to seal our relationship. On purpose, to keep me from fighting at full strength.”
“That’s a bold accusation.” I’m standing behind her. “It amounts to treason. Bunny is sworn to your service, to your protection.”
She spins, hair flaring over her shoulders. Her eyes narrow. She’s beyond beautiful. “You don’t believe me?”
“You’re in charge here, Morgan. I’m your Sentinel. If you think one of the guards has gone off course, I will follow up.”
“I know he has.” She swallows. “I feel it in my gut. And with the Darkness spreading we can’t have anyone going rogue.”