Not yet forgiven

Not yet forgiven


"You're right. I would have demanded we left. But we would have returned with a fucking army to murder the prick."

"If I had stepped foot off this mountain while Harold was alive, he'd have started murdering the children. He'd have enjoyed it since they were his preferred victim. It wasn't personal, or because I didn't trust you, because you know I do. I loved you too much to put this bur-den on you. Knowing what was happening and not being able to stop it would have driven you mad. You'd have slipped up, and you would have paid for it with your life, and I couldn't chance that or live with it. I know you inside and out, Toralei. You're my person. You've been my best friend since we were kids. I couldn't lose you, not when you helped hold me together. I knew I was strong enough and that I would refuse to break. I didn't break, and he's dead."

"Okay, I concede for tonight. Where do you want me?"

"Will you make sure Chaos is okay? Have him bathed and then send him in to see me. I will eat and do the same. I'm sure he wants to be in here, but I really need to soak first because my feet are killing me."

"Phenrys, grab her food from the kitchen we ordered. Eryx, did you get the bath salt from Jacob?" Saint asked, moving toward me, ob-serving me. "You're not kicking me out, Brat. You're wasting time, and our son will be in soon because I already had someone ensure he was bathed. Tora said you were queasy when certain scents were too po-tent around you. I figured grubby little boys were on that list. Your food has been prepared and is on its way here, so sit down, shut up, and look cute. Any questions, woman?"

I stared at him, opening my mouth to argue as his brow hiked up in warning. "You're fucking bossy, dick."

"And you're not sitting down yet, Brat."

I huffed, doing as he'd said because my feet were killing me, and my ankles would swell if I didn't. Being pregnant wasn't some beau-tiful thing it was made out to be in the movies. It was miserable, with barfing at the worst imaginable times. Having to pee nonstop made me annoyed more often than not.

It was pathetic to enter a place and mark each bathroom just be-cause you knew you were using it before leaving. My boobs hadn't stopped being sensitive, and my sex drive was overactive. Not to men-tion, shit swelled that had never swelled before. Sleeping was becom-ing harder to achieve with the babe playing body slam, wolf edition, in my womb while using my ribs as a jungle gym.

Something grabbed my boot, pulling it off my foot, jarring me from my internal complaint log, and forcing my eyes up. Eryx smiled, bar-ing his teeth as he removed my other boot, tossing them aside as the room emptied. His hands began rubbing my foot, and I moaned, widening my gaze as he massaged my aching feet.

I wasn't sure if I should yank my feet back or let him continue be-cause it was awkward, yet it felt terrific. He chuckled, noticing the indecision playing out on my face. After a moment, he dropped my foot and stood, staring at my round baby bump.

My lips tugged up, and his eyes narrowed as she moved, forcing my stomach to jerk around at her movement. I could sense Saint watching, too, noticing how Eryx was engrossed in our daughter mov-ing within me.

"Give me your hand, Fryx." His eyes lifted to lock with mine.

He hesitated for a moment before stepping closer, holding out his hand. Grabbing it, I pressed it against my belly, and his eyebrows shot up his forehead as the baby turned, making my entire stomach move as a result. Eryx laughed nervously, turning to look at Saint with won-der sparkling in his gaze.

"She's very active," Eryx stated, still holding his hand against my stomach. Saint moved closer, placing his hand on my belly as she wig-gled, and a devastating smile spread across his full mouth.

I slid my gaze between the men, noticing that they stared at one another with something silent passing between them. They'd been held together and endured torture by the same tormentor. That kind of shit created a bond, and it went deeper than just friendship. It embed-ded itself into the soul and forged a bond that couldn't be broken.

"What the hell you put in her? A demon?" Eryx laughed and then laughed harder as Saint growled defensively.

"Our daughter is not a demon!" I growled, offended, and both sets of eyes slid to me as if they just remembered I was in the room. "You two can bugger off. I'm going to bathe before Chaos arrives."

"Guard the door, and make sure Chaos has been fed and is ready for bed before we get out of the bath," Saint stated.

"You're not bathing with me," I grunted, shaking my head while sitting up further.

"I am, and you're not in any position to argue," he laughed, grab-bing clothes from the closet while I remained seated, watching him move about our quarters. "Plus, you like me touching you."

"That doesn't mean I want you touching me," I scoffed. Saint's eyes sparkled with joy, and his body rippled with power. He placed one hand behind me to rest on the chair, lowering his lips to my ear.

"Who are you trying to convince here, liar? You or me, because I can smell your need, and it's been three months since I have felt you from the inside," he said in a rough tone that sent a rush of desire through me. "Yeah, I fucking thought so, Brat. I missed you too," he chuckled, pulling back to look at me with hunger burning in his stare. "Now, get up unless you want me to carry you into the bathroom, strip you bare, and kiss every fucking inch of you to show you what belongs to me."

I swallowed past the longing his words created, slowly standing.

He didn't back up or give me space. Instead, he slipped his hand around the small of my back, pulling me up against his hard body. Saint tugged me with him, ignoring Eryx, who watched us slowly walk toward the bathroom. Saint's eyes held mine as we entered the room, sending butterflies rushing through me. He was correct in assuming I wanted him, but that didn't mean I'd be easy to convince to just jump into bed with him. Saint had a lot of groveling to do before I would even be close to forgiving him.