A Very Levet Christmas (Guardians of Eternity)

The hesitation was so fleeting she might have imagined it. “Yes.”


She leaned forward, infuriated by her inability to read his mind. Dammit. Just when she needed her talents the most, she was flying blind.

Was this how humans felt?

This maddening helplessness?

It sucked.

“It won’t bother you at all to know that I belong to another?”

“I will be . . .” He took a beat to find the right word. “Content.”

“Bullshit,” she breathed, unable to accept that he was actually prepared to walk away from her.

“Serra—”

“Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t want me.”

He refused to be provoked. Worse, that pity continued to shimmer in his dark gaze. “I’m not going to play games with you.”

“Because you can’t do it,” she snarled. “You want me. You’re just too much a coward to do anything about it.”

“Find another, Serra,” he warned, a muscle in his jaw bulging as he reached down to grab his towel and then stepped around her. “Be happy.”

Her heart screeched to a painful halt. “Where are you going?”

He hesitated, but he refused to turn around. “To pack.”

She glared at the broad back covered in swirling tattoos. God. He was destroying her.

Did he even care her heart was breaking?

“When are you leaving?”

“In the morning.”

Not giving her the opportunity for further discussion he simply walked away, his shoulders squared and his head held high.

“Bastard,” she breathed.