Rogue's Possession by Jeffe Kennedy

Author:Jeffe Kennedy
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Fantasy
Publisher: Brightlynx Publishing
Published: 2022-07-12T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

In Which I Misplace Something Important

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These notes attempt to quantify something which is possibly, by its very nature, unquantifiable.

~Big Book of Fairyland, “True Love”

When I woke the next morning, the worry crashed in on me with my first waking thought. Darling confirmed that Rogue had never returned—and added some sarcastic thoughts about not caring if he ever did.

“Don’t say that, it’s bad luck.”

Starling hadn’t turned up yet. The morning light still slanted low and dim, and nobody stirred outside that I could see. My fretfulness had awakened me early. Early enough that Darling had curled up and gone back to sleep. Or pretended to, in his huffiness. Not at all sleepy now, I found my velvet dressing robe and shrugged into its warmth.

I rarely missed coffee, but now I wished for a latte, which amusingly popped up in a Starbucks cup, so ingrained was that image in my mind. The sweet creaminess came very close to my memory of the pumpkin spice flavors, and seemed appropriate for the cooler air, the apple orchards waiting for harvest. Cupping it in my hands, I tried to mentally trace the source of my unease.

Rogue hadn’t been there the past few mornings when I awakened, so this should be no different. Still, after what had passed between us last night…

My face heated, partly in embarrassment over my unusually wanton behavior and the rest in pleasure. Bringing the powerful and cagey Lord Rogue to excruciating climax with my mouth and hands had been a rush like no other. I wasn’t young enough to still confuse the emotions of such intimacy with love, but I’d thought we’d found a new understanding, a deeper connection.

I wasn’t the first woman, by any stretch, to wake up alone after giving herself to a man, thinking to find a new beginning only to find that sex had meant the end. Besides which, I knew full well Rogue didn’t have everything he wanted from me. He might think I had given him the third thing as well.

He might be right.

I sighed for that uncomfortable truth and fingered the green silk ribbons still attached to the bedposts. I had vague memories of untying him. Of cuddling after. I had a nostalgic feeling of lying next to him, my head on his shoulder, breathing in his scent and touch, not wanting any more than that.

And then what?

I frowned at the incongruous paper cup, drained it and wished it away again. Had I fallen asleep then? Why didn’t I remember? Maybe I’d passed out from too much brandy—a daunting thought—but I hadn’t felt drunk. Just a little…wilder than usual.

Acting on impulse, I untied the ribbons from the bedposts, carefully coiling them into neat spools. I made a little pouch, like the ones for the dragon artifacts, and stored them inside. There had been a kind of magic between us last night, and the ribbons could carry part of that still. Or I was being all romantic and sentimental. Oh well, Starling didn’t need to see what we’d been up to anyway.

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