Galathea Brooks kept her eyes closed.
As soon as she thought that nothing bad happened, her skin crawled as though a thousand burning ants were trapped beneath it. It became unbearable that it was the first time she had requested Cael Alexander to take her to their riverside cottage as fast as possible. That meant Qavael took her there.
Her arms were heavy as lead by the time they landed on the patio.
Pain carved through the lines that swirled up her arms.
It wasn't the familiar ache the markings sometimes carried. This pain felt... aware.
Something had brushed against her that afternoon.
Something she had never even seen.
"Alex," she whimpered against his chest. "I need you."
"I got you, Love." Qavael said as he shrugged into Cael and carried Galathea to the bedroom.
As soon as her back touched the bed, Cael claimed her lips.
He shifted a hand to Qavael's more feral one and tore away Galathea's clothes.
She gasped as air hit her bare skin.
