by Ciara Graves
My jaw worked, wanting to close the distance between us, but I couldn’t read her face.
“Sorry I took off back there. Wanted to get Gigi home.”
“It’s fine. I figured as much.”
“Wesley back at the Wailing Siren?” she asked as if we were having a casual conversation like old friends and nothing more.
“Shep’s got him looked after.”
She shoved her hair behind her ears, nibbling her bottom lip. “Good, that’s good. I—uh, I came by to check on you, but if you want to be alone, I can go.”
“No.”
“No?” She tilted her head as I took a step closer, but she took one backward.
“I don’t want to be alone.”
She continued to walk backward as I came closer, loving the blush that came over her cheeks.
“Rafael,” she whispered, then flinched when she backed into the wall.
“Mercy.”
“I can’t do this again,” she admitted. “I survived it once. I can’t again.”
I paused, regretting I caused her that much pain because I’d been a bastard. Gently, I cupped her cheek, and she leaned into my touch.
We both sighed, and I turned her face upward.
“I’m sorry,” I breathed, then I kissed her, just a brush of my lips against hers. “I’m so damned sorry, but I can’t be without you. I won’t. Do you trust me?”
“Do you trust me?” she replied, her lips against mine as she asked.
I held her face in my palms and looked deeply into her eyes. “Always. I can’t live without you, not anymore, Mercy. The mage and the dragonborn parts of you.”
She threw herself against my chest, and I lifted her off her feet, kissing her like it was the end of the world already, as if Shuval was going to come and take her away from me tomorrow.
I never wanted to let her go again, but when she pulled back, she traced her fingers down my face, which I knew was covered in dried blood from the fight.
A glint filled her eyes as she took hold of my hand and dragged me through my messed-up apartment toward the bathroom. Without a word, she turned the shower on and then wet a washcloth.
She set me on the edge of the tub as the water warmed, steam slowly filling the bathroom. Gingerly, she cleaned my face then my knuckles, kissing each one when she finished.
When my face was cleaned off, I thought she was going to leave, but she tossed the washcloth in the sink and looked at me.
I growled as I swept her into my arms again. I planned on enjoying as much time as I had with Mercy until Shuval tried to tear our lives apart.
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