Grace and Glory (The Harbinger #3) - Jennifer L. Armentrout Page 0,96

made. We’d just been so caught up in one another and in the joy of being reunited, we hadn’t thought about anyone else.

Well, that wasn’t exactly true. We’d discussed Gabriel and Lucifer briefly.

Shifting toward the side of the bed, I happened to glance down. The sheet had slipped, baring my chest. I froze on the edge of the bed, feet settling against the cool hardwood.

“What in the world?” I whispered.

The mark I’d seen on my chest when I’d showered had darkened to a dusty pink. I gently touched the straight line between my breasts, just above my stomach. It was slightly raised, like a welt. At the ends of the line, where it had looked like blemishes the night before, there was now a clear, shaded circle at one end and another at the other end that wasn’t filled in.

I had no idea what could’ve caused that, but the skin didn’t hurt. It had to be some kind of scratch.

There was a burst of laughter from the living room, drawing my attention. Pushing aside the strange mark, I scrambled from the bed before someone opened the door. Though I doubted Zayne would allow that. Snatching another long, dark tunic tank top, clean leggings and underclothing, I hurried into the bathroom. I didn’t bother with a shower, just brushed my teeth, scrubbed my face until it was pink and, after a quick comb, tucked my hair into a bun that was sure to unravel within the hour.

Feet bare, I opened the bedroom door and padded out in the hallway. Bright sunlight poured into the living area, and although my eyes needed a minute to adjust, I saw that Danika was there, her long dark hair glossy in the sunlight, and...who I was guessing was Dez, based on the reddish glint of hair, standing beside Zayne. I wished I could see his expression, because he had a fist planted on the island, as if he needed to brace himself.

Nicolai was also there, one hand on Zayne’s shoulder and the other on his jaw. He was speaking too low for me to hear, but the sight of them standing there caught me in the heart. They were more than friends. In a way, they were brothers, and I could tell Nicolai seeing him after fearing he was forever lost was a powerful moment, thickening the air.

Feeling a little like I was intruding, I crept silently out into the living room. I made it about two steps. Almost as if Zayne could sense me, he turned from Nicolai. It struck me again how much more clearly I could see him compared to others. Granted, his features were like looking through a steamed window, but I could see his lips curling into a smile. I could see the way his lashes lowered halfway and feel the weight of his gaze.

It had to be the grace in him. That was—

A blur of movement startled me, and I turned just as Danika rushed me. There was no chance to prepare myself. A second later, I was enveloped in a warm, tight hug that smelled like roses. Danika lifted me clear off my feet.

Girl was strong.

“You did it,” she said, voice choked. “You brought him back to us. You did it.”

I didn’t know what to say. You’re welcome seemed a weird way to respond, so all I could do was hug her back, and that...that felt good.

“I think you might be squishing her,” Nicolai said, voice close.

“Am I squishing you?” Danika asked.

“No.” A laugh made its way around the surprising knot in my throat.

“Good.” She squeezed me tighter and then let go.

I caught a brief glimpse of her wiping at her cheeks before a slight touch on my arm caused me to look up at Nicolai.

Only a few inches from me, I could see the glassiness to his Warden-blue eyes and the emotion building in them.

“Thank you,” he said, voice hoarse.

Oh God, the knot in my throat expanded as I nodded. He hugged me, too, not nearly as tight as Danika, and when he stepped back, Dez was there. As he folded his arms around me, I felt him tremor.

“I was afraid, girl.” His voice was thick, too, and my eyes and throat burned. Ugh. Emotions sucked. I did not want to cry again. “When we didn’t hear from you, I thought...”

“I’m sorry,” I whispered. “We just—”

“No. You don’t need to apologize. I get it. If this was Jasmine and me, calling anyone would be the last thing