Meow, Baby by Rebecca Royce & Ripley Proserpina

Author:Rebecca Royce & Ripley Proserpina [Royce, Rebecca & Proserpina, Ripley]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-03-23T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

Michaella woke up slowly. It must have been the middle of the night because no light filtered into the room. A moment later, she realized she had no idea where she was. This wasn’t her room. She sat up fast. Where was she? The last thing Michaella remembered was knocking out in the back of the Addingtons’ car.

A noise caught her attention.

Lying with his back to her, asleep on the large bed, was Zach. Some of her anxiety lessoned. This must be his bed. She’d passed out, and they’d brought her here.

He made another sound that had to be a whimper. Whatever he dreamed about couldn’t be good. Michaella hated nightmares. She turned on her powers. Relieving this kind of pain was one of the few things she could do. She placed her hand on his back. Living like a human would have to wait.

Slowly, his features relaxed. His tightly pressed lips fell open, and his clenched hands splayed. He turned toward her, like he was seeking the heat her magic produced and snuggled against her.

Gulp. His arm snaked around Michaella’s waist and pulled her even closer. She’d sat up to soothe him, and now his head lay in her lap. He looked comfortable, breathing deep and even, but Michaella was frozen.

Did she move him away or suck it up? She stared down at him. This was the first time she’d really had the opportunity to study him. So while the proper thing to do was probably shift him off her, her curiosity got the best of her.

This close, she could count the holes in his ear. Using her finger, she hovered over each one. Four in the lobe, three in the cartilage, and what looked like a dual hole from a bar. Ouch. The tiny tear at the top of his ear had healed, but there was a gap. Why hadn’t he used magic to heal it? He could have. With little effort, he could hide the evidence of his former jewelry-wearing glory.

Zach let out a groan, breathing in deep. Michaella let her hand drop to his back and smoothed over his t-shirt. She sent a tiny nudge of calm to him. “You’re okay,” she whispered, even though he couldn’t hear her.

His dark eyelashes rested on his tan cheeks. Oh, fuck her. He had freckles. Tiny, barely-visible spots dotted beneath his eyes. They’d moved in next door as teenagers, but she could see what he would have looked like as a little boy. A lot less tough. A whole lot more vulnerable.

Every so often the muscles in his back would tighten, so she kept rubbing his back and slid her magic to him. The emotional upheaval of the day before, paired with flying over the ocean, had tapped her out.

She considered something, lying there with Zach. Was it possible to give all of her magic to someone? She loved her job as a healer. Each time she brought peace to someone, it soothed something inside her as much as it did her patient.

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