her and for everything to be simple for her. I’d give up anything to make it possible.
“Dude, what’s up?” Evan asks, pulling out a chair. He sets a plate of bacon down in front of him and then takes a seat. “You look weird.”
I shake my head and start cutting the pancakes. “I’m just stuck in my own head.”
Evan shoves a piece of bacon in his mouth and then thrums his fingers on top of the table, watching me like a weirdo.
“What’s up?” I ask, shoveling a forkful of pancakes into my mouth.
“I just was thinking that I may have been a little over the top last night.” He stops drumming his fingers and picks up a fork. “I kind of acted like a douche.”
“It’s not a big deal.”
“It is, though. Sometimes, I just don’t get what it’s like to have family. It has been too long since I’ve had one.”
I shrug, feeling about as awkward as he looks. “It’s not a big deal. Trust me. We all have douche bag moments.”
He clears his throat and then coughs, shaking his head. “Are we good then?”
“Yeah, we’re good,” I reply and then chew my mouthful of pancakes.
“Something smells good.” Gemma walks in, dressed in a pair of jeans and a black tank top. Her hair is pulled out of her face and, when she turns for the counters, glancing at the food, I get a view of all her marks. “But I’m kind of confused.” Her face is scrunched when she looks at me, walking around the island. “Shouldn’t we be heading to the Fey Realm already?” She stops in front of me with her arms folded.
I reach over, grab her by the waist and pull her down onto my lap. “We are, but Evan thinks we need to have some breakfast.”
She pulls a confused face. “Don’t we usually just go, empty stomachs and all?”
I shrug, then pick up a piece of bacon, and move it towards her mouth. “Yeah, but you’ve got to be hungry. We practically starved Helena when she possessed you.”
She opens her mouth and takes a bite, licking her lip. “I am starving.”
A piece falls from her mouth and I wipe it away, slowly dragging my finger along her bottom lip, pressing it between my thumb and my finger. She smiles and then blushes, probably thinking about last night.
Evan rolls his eyes. “Please, not at the dinner table.”
“Yes, please. People are trying to eat,” Laylen says in a teasing tone, appearing in the doorway. He squirms uncomfortably when I look at him and I wonder why. “Although, I’m not eating, so I guess it doesn’t really matter.”
Gemma’s cheeks are turning redder, which is weird, because usually she can contain her embarrassment a little bit better, probably because of all those years not feeling anything. She begins to squirm on my lap, getting to her feet, but I tighten my grip on her, deciding to have some fun, just for a moment, hoping it might help her relax.
I kiss her neck, sucking on the skin, and she turns as red as a cherry.
“Alex,” she whispers, her shoulder rising as she shudders against my breath. “People are watching.
“People as in Laylen and Evan?” I cup the back of her neck and guide her lips to mine, kissing her fervently. For all I know, this may be the last time I kiss her because, if anything happens to her, anything at all, I’ll lay my life down to save her, just like I have time and time again. One of these times, though, I might not be so lucky and I won’t wake up.
When I pull away, she’s breathless, her eyes shut, her cheeks flushed, and she’s shivering uncontrollably.
Evan drops his plate in the sink and it hits the stainless steel loudly. “Okay, enough. I’m seriously going to throw up right in this sink and then leave it in there for you two to clean up.”
Gemma’s eyelids flutter open and her face contorts with revulsion. “Ew.”
I nod my head at the food. “Eat up before we go.”
She reluctantly stands, piles some bacon and pancakes onto a plate, then sits down next to me. She starts munching on the bacon and I watch her, seriously considering locking her up again. I can’t do it. I can’t let her risk her life.
She shifts uncomfortably in her chair, her eyes fastened on her plate. “Alex.” She peeks up through her eyelashes. “I can’t eat with you staring at me like that so quit