Series: The Un Series by Izzy Sweet
Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 109192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
Like the very cells of my being are being sucked toward his sudden magnetism.
Fighting the weird compulsion to stare back up at him, to drink in his face, to let myself fall into his eyes…
I shake my head and say, “Please put me down.”
The pang of pain, like I swallowed too quickly, hits my heart again.
“Not yet,” he rasps, his gaze burning into my forehead.
Finding it harder and harder to resist the urge to look up at him, I focus on looking at all the destroyed stuff around us.
The shattered lamps, the broken tables, and the couch that’s snapped in half.
He did this.
Raphael makes a frustrated sound deep in his throat and then the world smears around us.
I find myself squinting as bright sunlight assaults my eyes. Letting out a hiss, I curl into his hard chest as he carries me over to a black SUV.
“A little warning would have been nice,” I grumble as I throw my arm over my face.
He stiffens with tension. “Forgive me, I wasn’t thinking.”
I huff in reply, ignoring how utterly sincere he sounds. Apologizing like he’s given the gravest of offenses. In the grand scheme of things, it’s not that big of a deal. Not compared to everything else he could sincerely apologize for.
Shifting me carefully into one arm, he opens the door to the SUV so hard he nearly rips it off its hinges.
Again, I feel him stiffen with tension before he slides us into the car and slams the door shut behind us.
“Took you long enough,” Matthias grumbles.
“Shush,” Asher hisses. “Chloe is sleeping.”
Matthias mutters something quietly. Then the SUV begins to move, rolling out of the driveway.
Daring to drop my arm, I blink at the dim interior. Grateful the sun is no longer lighting my eyes on fire.
Asher is in the seat beside us with Chloe draped over him. Her blonde head is tucked under his chin and her hand clutches at his shirt. Despite the way she’s clutching at him, she looks utterly at peace in her sleep.
Asher himself looks to be completely content. Rubbing his hand soothingly up and down her back.
The picture they paint is so loving and intimate, my throat tightens up.
Feeling like I’m intruding on something that should be private, I tear my gaze away and look around the rest of the car.
Matthias is in the driver’s seat and the passenger seat is empty.
Pushing my palms against Raphael’s chest, I lean around him and peer into the back.
Sitting alone on a bench seat with one ankle crossed over the other, Ambrose smiles and waggles his fingers at me in greeting. The lace peeking out of his sleeves fluttering with the movement.
Raphael shifts beneath me, getting more comfortable. Then he wraps both of his arms back around me and tries to pull me into him.
“You can sleep if you need,” he whispers into my ear.
An unwanted shiver travels down my spine as his breath brushes against my skin.
Surprisingly, I do feel fatigue settling in, but I shake my head.
I’ve been sleeping for days, perhaps weeks. I want to be awake and aware of what’s going on.
Asher caved and said we’re not heading for Boston, but what if he decides to change his mind?
I need to be prepared to bail at the first opportunity.
Pressing his mouth closer to my ear, Raphael whisper-growls, sending more shivers down my spine. “If you insist on being stubborn then at least get comfortable on me.”
Irritation sizzles through my veins. Is he being serious right now? Does he expect me to drape myself over him like Chloe is with Asher? After what he’s done to me?
Shoving at his chest, I whisper-hiss back, “If you want me to be comfortable, I’ll need my own seat.”
He smirks at me as if he finds me cute. “I’m afraid that’s not an option at the moment.”
“Why?” I demand, forgetting to lower my voice.
Asher shoots me a dark look.
Raphael drags his breath slowly down to my neck. “Because I’ve waited centuries to feel you in my arms.”
His nose nudges at me affectionately, and that spot on my chest twinges with… something.
Something I can’t quite put my finger on.
It both frightens me and pisses me off.
As angry as I am with him, my skin shouldn’t be buzzing beneath his touch.
Nor should my neck want to bend in invitation for more.
He’s not even really touching me… he’s just breathing on me.
Yet my stupid body suddenly yearns to press against him. To close what feels like an enormous distance between us.
Like everything else that’s happened so far, it’s crazy and makes no sense.
But I can’t seem to find the physical strength to pull myself away.
So, I do the only thing I can do to make it stop.
I use my words. Grinding them angrily between my teeth. “You’re wasting your time trying to use your dirty vampire tricks on me. Chloe already let me know they won’t work unless I want them to work.”