“Landing time,” he says as he knocks on the door and pushes it open, not really caring that we are naked and twined around each other on the floor. “I suggest you clothe yourselves and prepare for the face of thunder that will greet you as you return to your seats.” We chuckle at him as he turns to leave. “Which by the way, not cool leaving the rest of us with an ancient Vampire in the worst mood ever to deal with while you two have all the fun. Lincoln is about ready to Wolf out.”
“You could have joined us,” Cole says as if it was obvious.
“Oh, now you tell me,” he grouses but with a smile tugging at his lips. “I will take you up on that later. I have missed our little rendezvous.”
“So have I,” Cole says, his adoring eyes on me.
“Oh, and Grayson will definitely be needed to watch Jess. Hope you gave him a heads up.”
I nod reluctantly. Although deep down, I’m glad.
Devon wasn’t kidding about the face of thunder that is directed our way as we sit. How Cole isn’t cowering in his seat is beyond me. Maybe he knows that I will protect him from my sire. As for me, well, I could kick his arse and he knows it.
He continues to glare at me. “Have fun?” he snarls.
“Yes,” Cole says. “As a matter of fact, we did.”
I squeeze his fingers tightly. Provoking CK when he is in a mood like this is suicidal.
CK shifts his gaze from me to Cole and I jump in before things get nasty. “CK, you have been in a foul mood since the pool. Please can you tell me why and I can fix it,” I say sweetly.
Cold eyes flick back to mine. “You know why.”
“I apologized already for that.”
“Not good enough,” he says shortly.
“So, you are going to rake me over the coals about it until doomsday?” I snap at him. “Why am I not surprised? Seems I have the capacity to disappoint you with just about everything I do, so much that you feel the need to punish me for months on end, whereas your golden boy over here,” I indicate to Sebastian, who has taken over Devon’s seat, to his utter annoyance, “gets a slap on the wrist for his misdemeanors.”
“Hey, don’t pull me into this,” Sebastian says, holding his hands up. “Your issues are nothing to do with me.”
“Liv,” Cole says quietly. “Don’t do this now.”
“You should listen to your husband,” CK says. “Don’t. Don’t provoke me, Aefre. I’m in no mood for your histrionics.”
“Histrionics? How dare you,” I hiss at him. “And Cole is worried about me provoking you. He is worried about me going all Dragon on your arse in this tiny aircraft. But you know what? I have had enough.” I stand and he does too, knowing something big and hurtful is about to come flying out of my mouth. He puts his hand on my arm, as I declare to the astounded faces of everyone on board, “I rue the day I ever met you, Constantine. I wish I could go back in time and run as far away from you as possible!”
There is a silence after the sharp intake of breath and then there is noise. The noise of a bustling, busy 11th century marketplace.
EPILOGUE
London, England, 1012 – Liv/Constantine
We stare at each other for a few moments, before we tear our heated gaze apart and look around us.
“What the fuck?” I ask in horror.
“What the fuck, indeed,” he says. “What the fuck have you done now, Aefre?”
“Me?” I squeak. “Why do you automatically blame me?”
“I wasn’t the one who wished to be back in time,” he snaps at
me. He grabs my hand and we both turn towards the bell tower.
“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck,” I breathe as he sighs.
“I don’t think they can see us. At least I hope not with you dressed like that,” he says with a quick glance at my very tight, very mini dress and Louboutins. “Come, we need to figure out how the Hell we are going to get back.”