the house. “Fly home while you can.”
“I don’t know how.”
“I don’t have time to fix broken wings,” he calls over his broad shoulder. “If it’s not getting high, drunk, or gaming, its not in my job description.”
I move after him so fast I almost trip. “Please, Morpheus, I just want to understand what’s going on.”
Before I can even react, I find myself pinned against the rough trunk of a tree, his firm fingertips collar my neck. The length of his body is pressed tightly to my own. Dark eyes flash with a thread of golden that light up his irises.
“Are you frightened of me?” The fingers around my throat tighten briefly.
“Yes.” I breathe, wondering if he intends to choke me. “Definitely frightened right now.”
The pad of a thumb dances over my bottom lip. “Good.”
Morpheus’s mouth slants down over mine. My own opens willing, accepting the dart of his tongue. It’s a passionate tangle of lips, which leaves me feeling breathless, aroused, and wondering why the hell I’m responding. The knowledge he’s crazy dances around in my brain, but need takes over.
“Stay away from the beach. I won’t tell you twice,” Morpheus warns when we finally come up for air.
4
Morpheus
Robin’s mouth trembles against mine. The taste of her lingers on my tongue. Starlight and mystery. I want to ravage it a second time but hold myself back. Refusing to follow through with the urge that sparks through me so violently, it has my hand slipping free of its hold around her throat and returning to my side. I’m aware my body is in a state of acute sexual arousal. Something that hasn’t happened in a very long time.
Blue eyes search mine, confusion and questions so entwined I can see she’s not sure how to voice them.
I can’t even keep myself together. I certainly have no time for this woman. I gave up on the world when it stopped giving a fuck about me. Yet, that doesn’t explain why I can sense her so bright and loud. Her soul singing to me with the sweetest of songs. It shouldn’t be possible. How it cuts through the sorrow and grief with the keenness of a knife.
“Get in the house.” I grate teeth clenched. “Do it. No fucking arguments.”
Tip of her tongue darting out to wet her lips, Robin tucks a loose strand of chestnut colored hair behind her ear. My fingertips twitch with the desire to touch it. Become familiar with the silky texture now that it’s dry.
I watch as she peels herself off the tree to walk past me, spine straight and head held high. Releasing a harsh breath, I swivel, shadowing her into the building. She was lucky I pulled her out before Illusions could hurt her. He’s so fucking unstable; he’s nothing but a hazard.
I detect the heavy distinct scent of cigar smoke lacing the air when we enter. My stomach clenches. The fucker has been and gone. Was he lurking while I was talking to Robin outside? The thought of my Uncle knowing that she’s here doesn’t sit well with me.
“Where did this all come from?” She exclaims, catching sight of the brown paper bags resting on the kitchen table.
“My Uncle.”
Robin hurries toward the groceries with so much enthusiasm it makes me wonder if she’s hungry. She’d left this morning so hastily she hadn’t even eaten breakfast. Not that I had been very welcoming. Seeing her standing there solid and real had scrambled my brain. She’s the first visitor to the island since my life became a shitstorm. I barely remember what it’s like to interact with someone, and gaming online doesn’t really count.
“Does he live around here?”
“Not anymore,” I reply to her question crossing the room to lean my hip against a counter.
“Ok, Mr. Cryptic, don’t go talking my ear off.” She grumbles grabbing a bag from the table and starting to unpack. “A straight answer would be nice, but I guess you’re just fresh out of those.”
My lips twitch with amusement. She’s not as frightened of me as she claims. I didn’t miss the spark of fire in her eyes when I kissed her.
“Cookies, peanut butter, bread, chocolate spread, whisky, cigarettes.” She lists, pulling each object out and placing it on the counter before her. “You eat like a hyperactive five-year-old. Don’t you have anything healthy? Vegetables, salad?”
Crossing my arms over my chest, I pin her with the weight of my stare. “Be thankful I’m willing to share, lost girl. This is the only food on the