บททั้งหมดของ Tangled in Moonlight : บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

Camden relaxed as Clayton massaged her feet, only tickling her twice. "Okay, now you need to get dressed. Do you need any help?" he asked, his voice laced with hope. "I'm sure I can manage, thank you," she replied, giving him a knowing smile. "Alright," he sighed, "call me when you're done," he added as he headed out to the sitting room."What are you watching?" Clayton asked Matt as he took a seat on one of the couches. "I don't know. Some documentary on a bank heist. The options were very limited," he frowned, handing Clayton the remote. "You're welcome to look for something else," Matt added. Clayton surfed the channels for a minute before he heard Camden's muffled voice through her bedroom door. "Be right back," he said, handing Matt the remote back as he headed to Camden's room. "You done then?" Clayton asked as he peaked his head in. Camden nodded, dressed and perched on the edge of her bed, her hair pulled back in a braid. Clayton came over and lifted her up, carrying her to th

With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Matt grinned and replied, "Aye, lassie, I reckon I can gie it a wee shot," attempting a Scottish brogue that elicited laughter from both Camden and Clayton. "Oh my God, Matt! You're really good at that," Camden enthused, clapping her hands in amusement. Matt couldn't help but smile, basking in the joy of seeing her happy.Relieved that they had made it through the airports without any issues regarding her forged documentation, Camden felt a weight lifted off her shoulders. Until the trip home, that is. But for now, she was happy to enjoy some time in the Scottish countryside as they waited for the full moon. She hoped that the newfound civility between Clayton and Matt would persist during their stay. It was a welcome change to not have to play referee between them and to be able to enjoy their company without constant bickering and arguing. There was tension, sure, but Matt seemed to understand that they were going ahead with the Unbonding Ritual

Clayton carried Camden up the stairs. They were smiling and chatting as Matt trailed behind them, lugging everyone's luggage up the stairs to the entrance of their accommodation. When they got inside, Clayton set Camden down on a couch in the sitting room where she reclined lazily. There was a big stone fireplace and the guys saw her eyeing it out hopefully. The two men peaked their heads through all the doors, exploring the space and getting an idea of the layout while Camden huddled on the couch, the cold beginning to bite at her once more.Camden was right, it certainly was quaint. The furnishings were far from modern and the TV in the sitting room almost looked out of place between the antique furniture and decor. The place was reasonably sized and seemed comfortable enough for their small party, and much to Matt's surprise, the suite did have running water. There was a downstairs suite available for guests with larger parties than theirs, but the homeowner had told Clayton that i

Camden took a sip of her tea and kicked off the conversation. "There's a lot I want to talk to you about, but I suppose I'd better start with the subject at hand. Matt and I..." she trailed off. "Yeah, what was that, Cam? Did he do something to you? Why did he just leave like that?" The questions tumbled out of Clayton's mouth before he could stop them. Camden sighed before continuing. "It's the mate bond. It's getting stronger and stronger. Every day it gets harder to fight it," she replied, her face a mask of confusion and sadness. Clayton, to his credit, said nothing, waiting for her to continue when she was ready. "I'm scared I might do something...." she trailed off, not even wanting to finish the sentence. Clayton understood what she was getting at though. "Do you think you would?" he asked, somehow managing to maintain his composure. "Clayton, I couldn't fight it with you. Why would it be any different with him?" she said hopelessly. He took a gulp of coffee and looked over at

In no time, Camden had dozed off in Clayton's arms. The comfortable familiarity, along with the warmth of the fire, was a potent cocktail. When she woke up, the room was dark, the only light emanating from the fireplace and the television. She looked around in a groggy daze, trying to establish where she was. There was a blanket over her, and her feet were resting on someone's lap. It was Clayton. "Ah... You're finally up," he said with a smile. She sat up, her eyes still trying to adjust to the light. "Is Matt back?" she asked, her voice thick with sleep. "I'm back," he replied, waving from one of the other couches. She sighed, flopping back down, relieved that he was back and safe. "I don't know how you can sleep so much," Clayton said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "I'm making a baby. It's exhausting," she groaned, rubbing her eyes and yawning.Suddenly she felt that all too familiar feeling. Her stomach churned, and she knew she had to get to the bathroom before she vom