The Singer
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Astrid slapped a hand over Ava’s mouth before a word could escape. “Do not say a word,” she whispered.
“I wouldn’t risk it,” Damien said quietly. “I wouldn’t risk her. Not anymore, Sari.”
“But…” Sari’s eyes shone. “It makes the most tactical sense.”
“Milá…,” he breathed out. “I learned the hard way. Not everything is about tactics.”
Ava didn’t know how to describe Sari’s expression. It was pain. Anger. Relief. Rage. It was everything rolled into one, but Ava had cracked open the door to Sari’s inner voice and listened. And the voice inside cried out.
Vashama canem.
Reshon.
Reshon.
Reshon.
The pain of Sari’s yearning was like a punch to the chest. Ava gasped and felt Astrid flinch. She wondered if the healer could sense Sari’s pain, too. It didn’t matter, because in the next moment, they were gone. Damien had walked around the table and grabbed Sari’s arm, marching them both out into the cold night. The door to the cottage slammed closed.
Silence.
“So, I’ll take you to Bergen,” Renata said. “Mala can come with us and guard you. It will be a good first mission.”
Karen glanced nervously at the door. “But Rennie, don’t you think—”
“They’ll sort it out.” She waved a careless hand toward the door. “And I’ll convince them both. You don’t really think they were talking about Ava, do you?”
Ava didn’t. Not for a minute.
She was running through the forest, laughing. Running. Playing. He was behind her, and he was laughing too. She darted to the left, but he caught her, grabbing her with both arms and tackling her to the soft forest floor. They rolled across leaves and moss, which were verdant with life. The birds sang overhead and the new light of a crescent moon shone down.
“Can we stay here forever?” she asked.
“No.”
“Why not?”
He looked confused for a moment. “I… don’t know.”
“What if we didn’t wake?” she whispered, smoothing a lock of hair from his forehead as he braced himself over her. “What if we stayed here?”
“We can’t, Ava.”
“Buy why?” Something dark lurked at the edge of her vision. Some sadness waited there. She knew if she woke it would find her.
“I have things to do.” He frowned. “I think. When I am not here, I have things I must do.”
“Things more important than me?”
“No. I think… I must find you.”
She smiled. “You already found me.”
“No, Ava.” His eyes were clearer. His mouth firmed. “I must find you. So you know.”
“So I know what? I don’t understand,” she said.
He lost focus. Confusion swam in his eyes. “Kiss me, my Ava.”
“Always.”
Their lips met, and everything fell away beneath the moon.
Chapter Thirteen
The blood pumped in his veins as he ran through the eerily familiar streets of Budapest. The scent of sandalwood trailed after the fleeing Grigori, and he followed it, turning down dirty alleys in dark corners of the city where the smell of humanity stained the air.
The soldiers had been attacking four nameless girls. Leo and Phillip had dragged the women away, allowing them to escape, while Malachi subdued the four Grigori. By the time the first was dust, no human was there to witness it.
It was the fifth that Malachi was chasing.
The brown-haired soldier had slashed at the sensitive skin near the small of Malachi’s back and then made his escape, and the blade had almost found its mark. But Malachi dodged at the last minute and his talesm—including the new ones he’d inked the night before—pulsed as the adrenaline flooded his system. The scent of his own blood mingled with the stale odor of beer, cigarettes, and urine. He ran, his legs eating up the ground, his feet pounding over the cobblestones.
He ran, and he felt alive.
A flash of his dream the night before.
Ava.
Now that he knew her name in his dreams, he couldn’t seem to stop saying it.
Ava.
She said nothing, gasping when his mouth left a trail of kisses down the center of her body.
Her taste…
Hands gripping his hair, twisting the roots as he feasted on her. He felt the pain dimly, so focused was he on the pleasurable task in front of him.
Her pleasure, for as long as she could stand it. He felt it build in the tension of her hands, the quiver of her belly, the soft cries that escaped her lips. He was relentless, pulling away to watch her fall over the edge, only to return and chase her back up the hill, pushing her toward another climax.
Finally…
“Come back to me,” she panted. And he came, sliding up her body, taking her mouth with his as he surged inside her, following her ecstasy.
The grip of her flesh on his. Her hands still twisted in his hair. Her thighs held his hips captive as they moved together.
Fast.
Faster.
Her grip didn’t loosen. She arched back, baring her neck as a breath tore from her throat.
“Ava,” he groaned, hiding his face in her neck.
“You…” The grip of her fingers loosened in his hair, and he pulled back, bracing himself over her as her fingers stroked his forehead, curling around his ear, tender in their exploration as he slowed the relentless pace of their lovemaking.