s race. Even more, he had potentially handed her the key to infiltrating the Band of Bastards - and sent her into the belly of the beast.
Talk about putting his money where his mouth was.
Xhex forgot about the leathers and walked over to him, taking his face in her hands. "Why are you telling me this?"
It's going to get you there, he mouthed.
She brushed back his hair from his handsome, tense face. "You keep this up. . . "
And what?
". . . and I'm going to owe you. "
Can I pick how you repay me?
"Yeah. You can. "
Then I want you to move back in with me. Or let me come live with you. I want us to be together properly again.
Blinking hard, she bent down and kissed him slowly, thoroughly. Words didn't mean shit. He'd been right about that. But this male, who'd been all about brick walls and obstacles in the spring, was clearing the way for her big-time now.
"Thank you," she whispered against his mouth, rolling everything she was feeling up into those two simple words.
John beamed at her. I love you, too.
After she kissed him once more, she stepped off from him, threw on a fresh set of pants, and grabbed her muscle shirt. Pulling it over her head, she -
At first she thought the hot flash that went through her was because she was standing directly under a heat vent in the ceiling. But as she moved and it stuck with her, she looked down at her body.
Glancing over at John, she watched him stiffen and glance into his lap.
"Fuck," she whispered. "Who the hell's in her needing now?"
John went to check his phone, and then shrugged his shoulders.
"I should probably get out of here. " Symphaths could generally control their fertility at will, and she'd always had luck with that. As a half-breed, however, she wasn't willing to take a chance on it with someone actually having their time next door. "You're sure my mother was over it when you went down to see Layla - Shit, I'll bet it's her. I'll bet it's the Chosen - "
A groan bled through the walls from over on the right. Where Qhuinn's room was.
The muffled thumping that followed could only mean one thing.
"Holy shit, is Qhuinn. . . " Except she knew the answer to that. Training her senses next door, she picked up on their grids. No romantic love between them - more like resolution on both sides.
They were doing what they were with a purpose she could only guess at. But why would they want a young? That shit was crazy town - especially given the Chosen's station. . . and his.
As another surge from the needing threatened to overtake her, Xhex lunged for her jacket and her weapons. "I really should go. I don't want to get exposed, just in case. "
John nodded and went to the door.
"I'm going to go check in on my mother now. Layla's going to be busy for a while - but afterward, I'll talk to her and let you know how it goes. "
I'll be here. Waiting to hear from you.
She kissed him once, twice. . . a third time. And then he opened the door and she left -
The instant she got out into the hall, the hormones hit her hard, knocking her off balance.
"Oh, hell no," she muttered, taking off for the stairs and then dematerializing down to the hidden door under the staircase.