I knew the instant he arrived. His enigmatic presence was like a warm wind sifting over my skin the moment he was within a hundred feet of me. It had always been this way, except this time I snuffed out the butterflies rising in my stomach by pinching my thighs as hard as I could.
I took a deep breath before meeting his stark blue eyes. Pure ice.
He stood with an all-encompassing energy that suffocated the air in the small kitchen. “Problem?” I asked, trying to keep my voice from quivering.
He didn’t answer. Instead, he kept his eyes locked on me as he approached with long, even strides. God, did he ever look afraid? Did he ever feel anything? No, he’d made certain of that. I bent to continue emptying the dishwasher when he grabbed my hand.
Heat tore through my body like a lightning bolt. No matter what I did, there was no denying the chemistry between us. Except, he did deny it. I was nothing to him. As if our past failed to exist.
“Why are you here, Tac?” I asked. Shit, my voice raised an octave.
“We need to talk,” Waleron said.
“If this is about us, we’ve talked.” I slipped my hand from his grasp and stepped back. His Ink’s eyes shimmered a bold red before fading back to an intense black.
Waleron’s stone cold expression flashed a grimace for a split second and then returned impassive. “You slept with a vampire and a Wraith. I was in the realm two days ago, and Edan is still raving mad that you used him.”
What did he want to hear? That I was sorry? Because I wasn’t. I did what I had to do, just like Waleron did all the time. “Yeah, so what. You said it wasn’t your concern.”
“Never. Ever. Do anything so reckless again.” Waleron’s voice cut into me like the lash of a crocodile’s tail.
“Oh, but it’s okay for you to do it,” I retorted.
Of course it was. According to rumors, Waleron slept with plenty of woman and frequented the club ‘Whipped.’ His dangerous bad-boy look had them crawling all over themselves to get to him.
I had to hand it to him, at least he had never flaunted the women he slept with. No, Waleron was adamant about his privacy. Even I had no idea where he lived.
“Edan is a Wraith, for Christ’s sake. He’s livid.”
Yeah, the volatile Wraith was probably spitting fire for being used. The God-like Wraiths were on our side, trying to maintain some sort of peace on Earth. They were powerful as shit and, lucky for me, couldn’t live on Earth. Unfortunately, they could bring you to their realm, which sucked when they were pissed.
“Have you ended it with Liam?”
“Not that it is any of your business, but yes. Satisfied? His new interest may not like sharing anyway. Guess she doesn’t realize vampires rarely believe in monogamy.” I had spoken with Abby a few times at the club, a sweet girl. I was surprised the witch was hanging out there, but then, so was I.
“And you’re fine with sharing?”
I shrugged. What did I care if Liam slept with others? It wasn’t as if I loved him. I used him. “Told you, I’m not with him anymore. Listen, I have shit to do.” I pushed past him and headed out of the kitchen.
Everything in my body screamed to stay close to him, yet my mind knew better. Escape while you can.
“Delara.” Waleron raised his voice, although far from a shout. He never had to; his presence alone made defying him impossible.
I closed my eyes and halted without turning around. I heard his footsteps come up behind me and I froze. Don’t touch me. Please don’t touch me.
His breath came first, a soft caress on the back of my neck, and then his scent, deep and familiar, making my stomach whoosh.
His hands rested on my shoulders and fire burned in my belly. Every inch of me wanted to spin around and fall into his arms, taste his lips, feel his skin, trace every single tattoo on his body with my tongue.
Let me go. Hate me, so I can let you go.
Since the day we’d met, there had been fireworks between us, an undeniable chemistry that neither of us could extinguish. But for sixty-one years, I had thought he’d been dead. Years I’d wallowed in emotional turmoil. Then, at my weakest, not caring about anything anymore, I’d fallen into Tarek’s web. Self-punishment was a fucker, and I knew how to do it to myself in spades.
But Waleron wasn’t dead.
He’d returned, but a different man. A man incapable of loving me again. A man who’d become a cold, emotionless shell.
Waleron’s fingers swept across the back of my neck and goose bumps rose. His touch was the same as it was when we met and that was the worst. A reminder of what we’d lost.
His lips descended and kissed the spot just below my ear. I closed my eyes, body melting. One simple, lingering kiss and I was a pool of liquid.
This is what hurt. It crushed my fragmented, brittle insides.
I couldn’t be near him and not have his whole heart.