No one had ever called her wild; she decided she liked it.
When he kind of snuggled her against his naked body, her wet clothes sticking to her, she stayed. Because being held by him, being affectionately petted as they spoke about their adventure, it was so wonderful it made her aching heart pulse in unfiltered joy, her eyes burning until she had to shut them lest her tears fall and give her away.
*
Naasir left his mate three hours past dawn. “I’m going to find your stupid Grimoire book,” he muttered with a scowl.
“Naasir, it’s a legend.” His smart, wild—though she pretended not to be—mate glared at him, her hands on her hips. “I told you I take back that idiotic vow!”
“You can’t.” Something inside his Andi was broken and he wouldn’t help her hurt herself any more. “I’ll see you in a week at your parents’ estate for the dinner, and you’ll tell me what you hide from me.” It came out a snarl. “No more secrets.”
Eyes stark and wide, she nodded. Then she ran to him, wrapping her arms around him in a fierce embrace. “Don’t get hurt searching for the Grimoire. And don’t be late. I’ll be waiting for you at noon on the seventh day from today.” She pressed her cheek to his. “I’ll make us a picnic and I’ll go to what was the old elephant watering hole on the estate—you can find it by following the flight of the herons. They like that spot.”
Drawing deep of her delicious scent, he lifted her up and spun her around. “I’ll be there,” he promised when he put her down again. “Make sure you don’t cook the meat.”
Her fingers played through his hair, where he’d woven in a second feather. “I promise.”
“You should know something,” he said as they separated.
“Yes?”
“When we’re mated, I won’t go far like this again. We’ll be together.” Naasir didn’t understand why anyone would have a mate and not be with that mate. “If I have to go to New York or another place, you’ll come with me. If you can’t because of your work, I’ll ask Raphael to allow me to stay here—he won’t say no. He likes being with his mate, too.”
His words shattered Andromeda. Though he occupied a far higher position in the immortal hierarchy, he didn’t just assume his wishes would come first. “I would go anywhere with you,” she whispered, emotion a knot in her throat. “Go find the stupid Grimoire so we can do bad things together naked.”
A feral smile and then he was running out of the Refuge. She watched him until she could no longer glean even a hint of silver, and then she turned to pick up her small bag for the flight to Africa, a land that sang to her as Alexander’s territory did to him, and yet that was to be her prison.
46
Naasir hated the cold. Hated it. But he had to go into it to find the Grimoire. Everyone thought it was a legend, but during the flight home from Alexander’s territory, he’d finally realized why it seemed familiar: he’d seen it.
It had been long, long, long ago, when he’d still been two. The tiger cub was the one who’d seen the red book with the golden etching on the front. It wasn’t something that would’ve registered on the cub except that the chimera experiment had happened that night, the boy and the tiger forcefully merged into one. The tiger’s memories had become the boy’s and the boy’s had become the tiger’s, but because they were two such different species who should’ve never been one, nothing had made sense for a long time.