“Too bad your brain is.” The words bite, but my smile softens with affection.
His answering smirk is edged with respect. “So …” He traces the necklace’s chain where it glides over my collarbone, igniting little fires on my bare skin. “You left Grenadine minding the store?”
“With Rabid as her advisor. I told everyone I had unfinished business here.”
“Such as?”
“Family and friends. Senior year and graduation. My art.”
Morpheus raises an eyebrow. “And your knight?”
I glance down at my socks. “Right now, he belongs to someone else.”
Morpheus grazes a fingertip down my temple. “Much as it warms me to the depths to hear that, I don’t believe it. The blood already won.”
“What are you talking about?”
“The boy bled for you—a whole body’s worth of blood. There’s no love greater than that. He belongs to you alone.”
His words are surprisingly beautiful and kind, and somewhere in my heart, I know he’s right. But how long will I have to wait for Jeb to have the courage to admit it to himself?
Morpheus touches the scars on my palm. “But let us not forget that you bled for me. So to whom do you belong, Alyssa?”
The reminder evokes a tangle of emotions. He’s a pro at unbalancing me. “I’ve chosen the mortal realm.”
“You’re evading the question.”
“I learned from the master.”
He chuckles; then his inky gaze looks me up and down. “Fine, then. Play with your toy soldier. But you are a woman now, with the fire of the nether-realm coursing through your veins. You’re a savage at heart, and you’ve tasted the ambrosia of power. One day you’ll want to fly again. And rest assured, I’ll be waiting in the wings. Pun intended.” His wings swoop over us, enfolding me in a black cocoon and pulling me toward him.
I’m not sure if it’s the woman he’s awakened or the blossoming Wonderland wildness in my soul, but I surrender to the embrace. His warm mouth grazes my nose, leaving a hint of licorice behind. I prepare to push him off before he can taste my lips—I’m not about to betray Jeb again, even if we’re not together—but instead, Morpheus kisses my forehead, warm, chaste, and gentle. Then he lets me go.
An uncomfortable silence settles between us. Fishing some gloves from a pocket, he slips them on. I sense good-bye in the action. It twists my insides into a bittersweet tangle.
“Before I leave,” Morpheus says, as if reading my mind, “you need to know. When I killed the bandersnatch, there was no sign of Red.”
My pulse stalls as realization dawns. “You don’t think she’s still out there looking for me …”
“It’s possible she crawled off and withered away somewhere, having no body to inhabit. But, if she did find someone, the portals are very heavily guarded now. I would ne’er have made it here if not for Gossamer’s guilty conscience. She and the spritelings distracted the elfin knights for me. I’ve alerted the Twid Sisters, and I’ll keep an eye out myself. I’ve fought the witch once for you. I’ll do it again if I must.”
I have no doubt he would. I place a palm at his chest. His heartbeat knocks rapidly against my skin. “I never would have guessed.”
“What’s that?” he asks on a hoarse whisper.
“That you’re one of those netherlings who has a rare penchant for kindness and courage.”
“Tut.” He presses his glove over my hand. “Only when there’s fringe benefits.”
Smiling, I rise to my toes, grip his lapels, and kiss each one of his jewels until they change to a captivating dark purple—the color of passion fruit. I ease back to the balls of my feet. “So beautiful,” I whisper, tapping one of the sparkling gems.
Morpheus catches my palm and kisses the scars there. “I couldn’t agree more.”
We stare at each other, an invisible cord drawn tighter between us—a bond strengthened.
The doorbell rings, startling me. I flash a look at the clock in the kitchen on my way to the door. Motioning for Morpheus to be quiet, I steal a glance through the peephole.
“Jeb!” My heart races as I tuck the necklace’s key into my cleavage and scramble to unlock the latch. “Could you”—I gesture to Morpheus’s wings—“you know?”
He moves behind me, breath warm on my nape. “I’ll be watching over you. We bent the rules. Outsmarted magic.”
“And now there’s a price to be paid?” I whisper against the sick nudge in my stomach.
“Perhaps. Then again, it could be that we’re already paying the price.” There’s a hint of sadness in those words. He steps back and bows, wings forming a beautiful arch. “Ever your footman, fairest queen.” He takes one last look at me, then transforms into the moth and flutters at the threshold, waiting.
The minute I open the door, he swoops out, trying to take Jeb’s head off.
Jeb ducks. “Hey!” He stares at the moth hovering behind him. “Isn’t that the bug from your car’s air freshener?”
Amazing. He really doesn’t remember … anything.