Chapter 11
Embry
Corvinus does his best not to smirk but his lips curve ever so slightly giving him away. I stroke over his lips with a finger. “What’s so funny, vampire? Is this amusing to you?”
A growl deep and low comes barreling from his chest, as in one quick move he maneuvers us around, and has me lying on the sofa while he cages me with this length and balances his weight to prevent crushing me with his strength.
I’m left looking up at my dark-souled beast, the arrogant dark lord that somehow, I’ve managed to fall head over heels in love with.
“You always like to be in charge,” I tease.
His eyebrow arches, and his dark eyes sear me with their heat.
“Because I’m always in charge, love. Always protecting you, no matter what, understand?
That doesn’t mean I don’t think you’re capable of doing it on your own.
That means I’m always going to be there to back you up if the need should arise.
There’s no room for negotiations there.”
I stroke his face. “I felt you before I saw you, I heard you speaking to me through the haze of my anger with Lucas, and you let me fight while protecting me at the same time. I needed that so much.”
He kisses me gently before nuzzling his fangs against the column of my throat he loves to explore and drink his fill from, especially in the height of passion. “You’re going to rest first, love. I’m anxious to have you far away from the witches’ academy and back at my estate.”
“What do you think Overmaster Descallia will do about Devora? When I sent that message, I half thought they would show up. I knew he would want to be told but there was a big part of me that didn’t want to say anything, because I wanted to do it on my own. You know?”
“I know, love. I told him we had it under control and that I would intervene if necessary and if not would let her walk away so that he could deal with her in his time and in another way.”
“Hmm, even when I think I’m in control you’re in the back pulling the strings aren’t you,” I huff playfully.
He taps my nose. “It’s to keep you safe and nothing more. You have nothing to prove with me.”
I sigh heavily. “That’s where you’re wrong.”
“About what?”
I stroke the side of his face. “What if I still very much want to be a warrior? I’ve done what you asked, I’ve worked with the ladies to find and decipher the codes in the shadow books.
We know Lucas is not a real threat, but something the witches have just conjured up.
When I meet with Lucianna, I’ll see what she thinks about Isala, but my guess is that Devora conjured them both which is why Lucianna and I both had similar visions.
But now that we unlocked the secrets of the shadow books and we know the land is ours, one day, whenever Descallia decides it’s time, there will be a fight. I want to be a warrior.”
His eyes close and he holds me to him. “There’s nothing at all to stop you from applying, Embry. You have all the skills and more necessary for the job. You’ve proven yourself time and time again. Just apply.”
I swallow through the lump in my throat having thought through this time and time again. “And if I apply, exactly where does that leave us, vampire?”