Chapter 53
Memnon leavesthe room to make us coffee and tea and—judging by the sound of the gas burner igniting to life—a surprise breakfast. I feel like the emotions in me are too light and expansive to be contained beneath my skin.
So this is love.
I let out a happy little laugh that probably sounds like I’ve lost it just as Nero prowls into the room then unceremoniously hops onto the bed.
I take his furry face into my hands. “Can you believe I’m getting married?” My stomach flutters at the thought. Flutters!
Nero gives me a look that says, Yeah, no shit lady, no one’s surprised.
But I am caught off-guard in the best way possible. This oath was loathsome to me when I first made it, but now…now I feel oddly thrilled. I was married to Memnon once. He was an incredible husband then.
He will be an incredible husband again.
My phone buzzes from the nightstand, dragging me from my thoughts. I release Nero, who immediately proceeds to clean his face where I touched him, and I grab the phone. On the screen is a text from Kane.
Suddenly, all of last night slams back into me. The demon, the auction, the fight, Eislyn.
Selene, we need to talk in person.
Another text follows the first.
Now.
I sit up in bed, gathering the sheets to me.
It’s about Memnon.
My heart drops. I text back, my pulse beginning to rise.
Why?
I wait impatiently for him to respond.
You asked me to stick my neck out for you a week ago. I’m asking you to give me your time.
I reply:
Fine
Come to my place in thirty minutes.
I glance past Nero to where the sorcerer disappeared down the hallway. I can hear him humming some old Sarmatian song beneath his breath.
Memnon,I reach out down our bond. I have to go to my residence hall to grab a few things for…later today.
Rather than answering, Memnon pads back down the hallway, leaning against the doorframe to his bedroom. He wears only a pair of low-slung joggers, and the sight of his muscular, inked torso makes my knees go weak. A corner of his mouth is curled up into a soft smile.
His smoky amber eyes glitter as he takes me in. He’s looking at me with so much longing it makes my chest ache.
“Don’t be gone long, little witch,” he says. “I have a surprise for you before we say our vows.”
My heart beats a little harder.
This better be fucking good, Kane.