Wicked Abyss (Immortals After Dark #17) - Kresley Cole Page 0,101
Each night when she drifted off to sleep within his wings, he would rasp Demonish endearments. Last night he’d told her, “I didn’t know my heart could beat this madly or grow this full.”
With her loneliness finally at bay, she’d never been happier. In fact, she couldn’t imagine a life without him.
She didn’t want to lie to him anymore. She wanted to protect him, to ease the worry on his brow. Yet she still hadn’t fitfo’d their relationship.
Other worries plagued her as well. The castle still gave her those dreams about Bambi, the same scene at the desolate cliff. But for the last three times, the fawn had expected her to follow it off the edge.
Each time, she’d balked. What would happen if she refused Graven a fourth?
The winds gusted even harder. Surf crashed, pelting Abyssian’s wings. Foam floated in the air. He seemed not to notice it.
“Abyssian, why are we walking instead of tracing?”
“Increases suspense.” And for my next trick . . .
What if he’d already discovered her real identity? Her gaze widened. One of his visitors this morning might have brought word about her!
She’d continued picking up on the demon’s stray thoughts, but what if she tried to listen? Closing her eyes, she concentrated. . . .
—CLAIM POSSESS MARK.—
Her eyes flashed open, and she yanked herself away. Whoa. His mind was a battle zone, his demonic instincts uprising. No wonder he was troubled.
She’d hoped he would be calm and controlled for the deed. But the longer she waited . . .
Maybe we should take this step before he gets worse?
He guided her off the beach toward the base of a mountain that meandered down almost to the sea. He escorted her into a darkened cave, releasing her inside.
She scanned the area. Faint light shone from an opening above. The wind and waves rocked the mountain. Spray hissed inside. “What is this place?” It looked like a regular cave to her.
He gazed up at the opening and waved a hand. Clouds dissipated, like stage curtains drawn back.
The full moon appeared. Light flared down into the cave, illuminating thousands of . . . diamonds. “Oh, my gods.” They studded the cavern ceiling like a starlit sky and twinkled from the walls. “This is the diamond volcano!” Abyssian had told her about it. Dormant now, this vent had once been a perfect storm for creating stones.
She raised her hand to one of the infinite streams of light. “Demon, this is amazing.” Abyssian was such a fierce warrior, yet he’d taken her to see this wonder.
She’d been looking for clarity and illumination about their relationship; diamondlight beams surrounded her.
Is this my sign?
He didn’t share her giddiness, still just as restless. He opened his mouth to speak. Closed it. Tried again: “Why are you holding back from me?”
Because there’s no solution! “What do you mean?” Specifically.
“You won’t surrender to me, to our life.” He swiped a palm over his weary face. “Why haven’t you asked me to claim you?”
“I’ve been nervous.” Not a lie.
He narrowed his eyes. “You spoke of an annulment. Perhaps you still think to walk away from this marriage?”
“What are you talking about?”
“You’re pulling away from me, and it’s making me insane! Tell me why.”
“Why?” She exhaled, feeling just as frustrated as he was. “Because I can’t figure out how to make our relationship work.”
“That is what you’ve been musing?” His lips parted, as if she’d struck him. “We are the conundrum? And your incisive mind can’t determine a solution for us to be together?”
“We have so many obstacles. The M?ri?r and Rune and our species.” He didn’t seem to be hearing her. “Abyssian, I need your help, your advice. I want to figure this out, but I can’t do it alone.”
He laid his palm over her nape. “You were thinking about leaving me, weren’t you?”
Her temper was peaking. “I don’t want to leave! But I can’t keep paying for my previous life. How are we going to work on the issues we have now if you can’t get over the past? You’ll never give me a fair chance.” His mind would immediately connect Kari’s betrayal to Lila’s desperate actions.
His hand tightened. “You’ve got my fucking heart in your clutches, and you planned to desert me?” He appeared more demonic than she’d ever seen him.
They were getting nowhere. What would happen if she asked him to claim her?
Sex was a variable, an unpredictable one. But if she expected heartache from every other avenue . . .