Her first thought was of Rhun.
Upon landing, he had been rushed by stretcher to a Sanguines infirmary. Erin had wanted to follow, but she could barely stand. Jordan had half-carried her here in the middle of the night. They had both collapsed in bed, limbs wrapped around each other. For once, she had not worried about the heat from his naked skin, curling against it like a warm fire.
Still, a twinge of guilt at abandoning Rhun remained with her. She did her best to shake it off, shying away from the memory of touching Rhun, sharing that momentary blood bond with him.
Rhun is in the best hands, she reminded herself. He certainly had a nurse who would brook no ill treatment, who would watch over him. Elizabeth had refused to leave Rhun’s side. Though he had never woken, the woman had kept hold of his hand the entire flight and had shadowed Rhun’s stretcher down to the infirmary, despite the clear fatigue in her face and body.
Erin might not trust Elizabeth, but when it came to Rhun, there was no better guard dog while he recuperated.
The clunk of a shower shutting off drew her gaze to the bathroom door. It was the noise of that running water that had woken her. She reached to the rumple of bed sheets next to her, feeling the fading warmth of Jordan’s body. She rested a palm on the imprint of his head on the pillow.
Concern for him ached through her, but she had to admit she felt much better after a night’s sleep next to him. She stretched out and sighed.
Pretty good… considering.
But was it just from the rest? Though bruises peppered her back and a scalp wound had been closed with butterfly bandages, she felt immensely better — better than she should.
She shifted to the patch of residual warmth from Jordan’s body, luxuriating in the memory of his skin against hers, wondering if the night spent bathed in that heat had anything to do with how she felt now.
Or was it simply having this time alone with Jordan?
He had certainly seemed more like himself.
The bathroom door opened with a creak, and she turned.
As if summoned by her thoughts, Jordan stood in the doorway, outlined in steam, wearing only a white towel. She smiled at him, still nestled in the sheets, which suddenly seemed much warmer.
He cocked one eyebrow and let the towel drop, wiping a rivulet of water from one temple with his hand. Her gaze took him in, appreciating every ripple, every damp trail.
Everyone in their party was covered in bruises and cuts. But not Jordan. His smooth skin was unmarked, and he practically glowed with health. Soft light reflected off the blond hairs on his arms and muscular legs. He looked like a Greek statue — too perfect to be real.
He crossed the room to stand in front of her. His bare skin was only inches away from hers. She wanted to touch him.
“How are you feeling?” he asked.
“Ready for anything,” she said, her grin widening. “Starting with you.”
She stared up into his bright blue eyes. They had stood like this many times before, but it always felt new, always gave her a flutter in her chest. She touched the twining tattoo that covered his shoulder and upper chest. His heart beat against the soft skin of her palm. She traced those curling blue lines, her fingertips sliding down the smooth skin of his stomach.
She knew the tattoo’s shape and size. It was now unmistakably larger than it had been a few days before, extending in dark crimson coils and vines — a visible sign of how he was changing. She was especially concerned about the lines that now encircled his neck, as if those new vines were choking him as surely as those demon’s black fingers had. But she knew those same crimson lines had likely healed him, fading his bruises, and repairing a crush of cervical vertebrae.
She should appreciate those lines, but instead they terrified her.
“Don’t look so worried.” Jordan took her hand from his chest and kissed her palm. His soft lips burned against her skin. “We’re here, together, and alive. It doesn’t get any better than that.”
Erin couldn’t argue with that.
His tongue traced up her hand to the inside of her wrist. Her breath caught in her throat. He dropped to a knee, kissing along her arm, his mouth light as a butterfly against her bruised skin. Tingling traveled up her arm to her breasts and body.
She wrapped her arm around him and pulled him closer. She wanted to feel his skin against hers again, to forget everything that had happened, and believe, even for a moment, that everything was all right.
Jordan slid into bed next to her, his warm hands caressing her, exploring her, moving ever lower. She wanted to lose herself in him completely, but his feverish heat reminded her how he had retreated from her, how those eyes had looked at her without seeing her.
She shuddered.
“Shh,” he whispered, mistaking her reaction. “You’re safe now.”
He rolled on top of her. His smoldering blue eyes told her that he wanted nothing else but her, and that he still loved her. As his eyes drifted closed, she reached toward him for a kiss.
His lips whispered gently against hers, soft as the wind. “I missed you.”
“Me, too,” she answered.
Her mouth opened to his, hungry for the taste of him. His arms tightened around her, holding her so close that she could barely breathe. It wasn’t close enough.
When he pulled his head back, she moaned. She didn’t want the kiss to end. Ever. She couldn’t bear to lose him, to lose this closeness. She traced the curve of his jaw, his cheekbones. Her fingertip lingered on the tiny indent in his upper lip that was shaped like a bow. Those lips smiled at her and kissed her again.
For a long time, nothing existed but the two of them, lost in the heat of each other’s bodies. Time became meaningless. It was just the taste of him, the stubble of his cheek on her thigh, the press of their bodies, of him inside her, making her feel whole, not that she needed him to be complete, just that it felt so very right.
Then for a moment, lost in the passion, her body responding to his every touch and movement, she closed her eyes — and flashed to that time with Rhun in the chapel, recalling the fiery ardor of her blood flowing through him, until his body became hers.
She gasped, arching under Jordan, pulling him tighter to her with her legs. She rode that moment like a wave, lost in a blur of ecstasy, unsure where her body began and ended.
Finally, she collapsed, gasping, trembling.
Jordan kissed her, calming her, smiling down at her.
She stared up at him, loving him more than ever. Still, guilt flickered inside her, knowing not all of her response rose from Jordan’s touch.
“Is something wrong?” he asked, running a finger along her cheek.
“No… it was perfect.”
Too perfect—and it scared her.
They cuddled together as sunlight crept across the room. At some point, Erin dozed off into a dreamless slumber. When she woke, she listened for the shower, for some sign that Jordan was still here, but she knew he was gone.
A flicker of panic rose inside her.
He’s probably off getting breakfast.
She pushed back her fears and climbed from the bed, needing to move. She took a quick shower. The steaming hot water massaged the remaining aches from her body, waking her more fully. Afterward, she buffed her skin dry and climbed into a fresh set of clothes supplied to them last night, pulling on a pair of jeans and a white cotton shirt.