Wicked Abyss (Immortals After Dark #17) - Kresley Cole Page 0,124
indicating the greatest understatement.
“You’re hedging, demon. How did they get severed? Keeping secrets is how we both got into trouble in the first place.”
“You’re right.” He exhaled. “I cut them off during your past life.”
“Why would you do that?”
After a hesitation, he grudgingly said, “You told me you could never love an animal like me. One with horns. You were about to wed another, and I would’ve done anything to stop you. So I took my ax . . .”
The dimension seemed to spin. He’d carried out that grueling amputation to himself?
For her.
“I brought them to you, vowing that I would look as your kind and live as your kind.”
But she’d still spurned him for that other male. This day began to make more sense. “You relived that memory after you delved into my dreams.”
He nodded. “It maddened me. I wish I’d reacted differently, but in the end, I needed to acknowledge that memory, to face it.” He ran his fingers through his hair, seeming surprised not to find his horns. “Lila, I’m a demon grown, have lived lifetimes, but I would do the same thing today. And I will make the same promise: to live as you do. In this form. In your realm.”
“That is not what I want.” Yes, his looks were stunning. But so had they been before.
“Tell me what you do want. Whatever it is, I will give it to you.” He curled his finger under her chin. “I’m in love with you.”
“I kind of figured.” She gazed up at this strange face, trying to lose herself in those familiar eyes, but the situation didn’t feel right—as if she were cheating.
He smoothed his thumb over her cheek. “I will do anything to win you back.”
With a challenging lift of her brow, she said, “Anything?”
“Anything.”
“Quit the M?ri?r.”
Abyssian went still. “And you will be mine once more? Forever?”
He’d actually do it? “I was just fucking with you.” Maybe she was a fitting queen for Abyssian Infernas. After all, Lila had used trickery to take her own throne.
He exhaled a pent-up breath. “You got me.”
“Considering that Uthyr helped me, and that Rune wanted to give us a chance, you should stay in the M?ri?r.”
“So what do you truly want?”
“If I forgive you, I will want you to change back to the demon I love.”
He cocked his head. “Ah, my wife is having another go at me.”
“I’m not joking.”
His expression grew baffled. “You . . . you prefer me like that?” She heard his thoughts: —All that worry for nothing.— Then: —She’s saying she loves me!—
“Yes.” She sidled closer to him. “I want you to be comfortable, but I also want me to constantly dream about kissing your gorgeous skin.”
He jolted straighter. “At your service.” He began his wondrous transformation. Glyphs arose and started to glow, stark against his bloodred skin. He gritted his teeth when his wings and horns emerged. As his facial structure transformed, he wagged his jaw. “Better?”
Heavy-lidded, she said, “Better.”
He wrapped his arms around her. “You can forgive me, again?”
“How can I be pissed at your trickery today when I was such an apt pupil?” Everything was connected. Every lesson learned, every wrong soon to be righted. “But we still have a lot of things to work out. Establishing boundaries, for one. If you look into my thoughts, I’ll look into yours.”
His arms tightened around her. “You can . . . ?”
“Oh, yeah.”
“I suppose it’s only fair since I spied on you with a mirror.”
“You were watching me?” The hand mirror on his desk. “I sensed something! You were always watching.”
He shamelessly admitted, “No demon has ever looked into a mirror as much as I.”
“You’ll have to teach me how to do that.” She now had a ton of untapped abilities. Then she frowned as a thought struck her. “Why do you think N?x assisted us? She had to know I’d kill Saetth.”
“And that I’d send the Vrekeners’ realm spinning. I have no idea why she’s steering fate this way—and that will make more than one M?ri?r uneasy. But whatever comes, we’ll weather it.”
“Are you sure, demon? Dealing with two realms, two different species, a queendom and a kingdom could get really complicated.”
He lowered his forehead to hers. Lips curling, he said, “Or, for the first time, it could get really easy.”
SIXTY-TWO
Pando-Sylvan Trade Negotiations
ROUND 1
Sian bowed his chest up for more of her touch. He lay in their bed with his exquisite mate atop him.
Calliope’s eyes flickered as she greedily surveyed his body. Meeting his gaze,