157. Rune

Rune

Idrag my finger over Vameer’s scar as I lie on him on top of the altar.

The taste of honey still lingers on my tongue, and neither of us is in a hurry to leave.

He trails his fingers through my hair.

“Vameer?”

He hums.

“Are those human bones on the floor back there?”

His hand pauses.

I start to lift my head, but he presses my cheek back to his chest.

“If you pretend not to see those, I’ll introduce you to my new Irish friends.” I can hear the smile in his voice, so I know the bones aren’t from someone who makes him sad.

But that just makes me more curious.

I grin. “Take me to the pub!”

But I agree to nothing.

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