Chapter 4
When I finally woke again, it was already past noon.
Wearing nothing but a silky camisole, I padded down the stairs–only to see Damon sitting at the dining table.
I froze halfway around the corner, my eyes locked on the back of his head like a loaded gun.
Maybe he felt the weight of my stare, because he turned to look at me with a faint frown.
“You’re up late.”
I schooled my expression into something softer, descending the last few steps slowly before slipping into the chair beside him.
With a playful pout, I gave him a sidelong glance.
“Gee, I wonder why. Maybe it’s because someone got a little too wild last night. I could barely walk afterward.”
Damon’s hand jerked mid–slice, the steak knife scraping against the plate with a sharp, grating screech.
I blinked innocently. “What’s wrong?”
His gaze dropped to the fresh marks scattered across my collarbone and chest–red, raw reminders of everything that had happened the night before.
I flushed on cue, letting my lips curve into a shy, satisfied smile.
“You were incredible,
babe. I’ve never felt that good in my life.”
Alaric–quiet until now–sucked in a breath, his hand curling into a fist, voice low and icy.
“Never?”
My eyes widened as if I’d slipped up, then I giggled and winked at him.
“Oops. I mean–Damon’s always amazing. But last night… wow.
Damon’s entire face darkened, as if someone had smeared soot across his expression.
I pretended not to notice. I looked right at him with adoring eyes. “You were a beast last night.”
Damon stared at me like he’d forgotten how to process words.
I stood, leaned over, and wrapped my arms loosely around his shoulders, lowering my voice to a whisper as I brushed my lips against his ear.
“But seriously, baby, you’ve got no sense of self–control.‘
“Okay, maybe the bathroom was hot, whatever. But the floor–to–ceiling windows? What if someone saw us? You trying to get me arrested for public indecency?”
His jaw clenched so tight I heard his molars grind. A beat later, he grabbed my wrist and shoved me back into the chair.
“You must be starving. Go on–keep up your strength.”
I obediently picked up my knife and fork.
But even after three deep breaths, Damon still looked like he was going to explode. Then with a loud clatter, he threw down his fork and yanked his chair
back.
“I’ve got things to handle. I’m heading out.”
I gave him a sweet, understanding smile. “Okay. Be safe.”
His fists were clenched at his sides as he stormed out, the front door slamming behind him.
Once I’d finished eating, I curled up in the glass conservatory with my laptop and did some light online shopping–just a few essentials.
By the time I snapped the computer shut, the sky was already blushing toward sunset.
Istretched, arms high overhead.
That’s when a shadow fell over me.
tall figure stood right in front of me, reaching down to gently remove the rimless glasses perched on my nose.
I blinked up at him, startled for a moment. With how similar the brothers looked, it took me a second to figure out if it was Alaric–or Damon.
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But after last night, I knew the difference.
Alaric had a tiny, blood–red freckle at the corner of his eye–a mole so faint you’d miss it unless you were very close.
And a thin scar across his chest, old and faded.
“Cake?” Alaric held up a box with a slice inside, his voice casual.
I lit up instantly, throwing my arms around his arm and planting a kiss on his cheek.
“Aw, thanks, Damon!”
Then I opened the box and plucked the cherry off the top.
I held it to his lips. “Try it. It’s so good.”
Alaric’s eyes flickered. His throat bobbed.
Then, without breaking eye contact, he leaned forward–and took the cherry and my entire fingertip into his mouth.
His tongue flicked across my skin before letting go.
And then-
“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TWO DOING?!”
A shout exploded from the doorway.
I spun around.
Damon was back.
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