All Chapters of Seduced by The Two Shadowed Nephilim: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The woman tries to keep our little game going, leaning against the counter and handing me a business card with her personal number scribbled on the back. But I’ve spent the last hour using the damn angelic voice, and all I want now is for her to leave.— If you ever need… closer assistance. — she says, flashing a smile that would get any man interested.But I’m not just any man.Especially not when I see Alexia on the dance floor, her hands on Elarin’s shoulders.I end the conversation faster than I should and shove the card into my pocket as I cross the room.He feels me getting closer and steps back — he knows he’s crossed a line. Alexia turns just as my hand grabs her shoulder, and she reeks of tequila and anger.When she snaps at me about the inspector, I smile — but it’s not sarcasm. It’s because, for the first time in days, my head feels clear again, and the urge to smash Elarin’s face disappears, just like that. Like she pulled me back to sanity.So I push her buttons a little

I leave a clearly irritated Samiel waiting for me by the building’s door, using the same argument we gave Eryon — no one’s breaking in through the windows. Besides, he can feel it if something happens to me, so he knows I’ll be safe.Two knocks on the door, and Zara opens it with a startled look.But her expression changes in an instant when she pulls me into a tight hug.— Srček! — is all she says, her voice trembling, eyes bright with emotion.Zara’s thinner now, the dark circles under her eyes showing she hasn’t slept much. But I don’t return her warmth — not yet. First, I need to understand why she betrayed me.— I came to talk — I say flatly. — Is this where you’ve been staying?She nods, sinking into the couch, and I take the seat beside her. Wow. This thing’s as uncomfortable as it looks.— House arrest. Cut off from the world.I clear my throat before starting.— You don’t send money to a dead person, so… what else did you lie about?— A few things. And I can’t tell you the tr

My legs tangled with his, my head resting on his shoulder, and one arm draped across his bare, muscular chest, rising and falling with the rhythm of his steady breathing.It’s his scent that wakes my mind, and even before I open my eyes, I’m already smiling.That’s how it’s been these last few days. Like… paradise.I’m sure he knows I’m awake, even if his eyes are still closed. Samiel can track every breath I take — and besides, my heart sped up the second his scent filled me, giving me away.He turns his face toward me, and his breath brushes my scalp.— What made you shiver like that? — he asks, his voice still rough from sleep.Caught.— Your breath on my hair.I open my eyes just as that gorgeous, completely relaxed smile spreads across his face… and my rational thoughts just evaporate.— That’s a strange reason to shiver.— Your breath is sexy — I murmur, and he pulls the arm from under my head, rolling over me.The weight of his body on mine feels divine — heavy enough to make m

It hits like a shock through every nerve in my body, and my blood runs cold.That’s the first sign, and I understand it fast.Then the feeling grows, getting louder. In seconds it turns into pure anguish for me. Panic.Suffocating.It’s her fear.The bond screams inside me, violent, growing stronger by the day, and every beat of my heart is taking in her despair as if it were my own.I don’t even see how, but in an instant I’m throwing open the basement door, my heart beating so wrong it’s tangling up my damn thoughts.Alexia isn’t there.I run to the bar, where Eryon is wiping glasses and tidying up to the sound of the loud music, even though the club isn’t open yet.— Where is she? — I ask, blunt. He knows who I mean.Eryon raises his eyebrows at me like I’m a bomb timer.— She’s not due up yet…But I’m already gone before he finishes the sentence. I check every camera on the security feed and… there she is, minutes earlier, walking through the building’s back door.My breathing spe

All day goes by, and the only thing that happens to me is food arriving — from Eryon. I’ve realized my friend has no idea how much a mortal actually eats, because he’s already brought me five huge meals.And every time, he says nothing. Doesn’t answer a single question. Just comes in, drops off the new plate, picks up what’s left from the last one, and leaves.— Gonna ignore me again? — I ask when he walks in once more. I’m sitting on the bed, arms around my legs.He sighs this time, his back to me.— You really fucked up, Alexia.— I’m so sorry, Eryon… — my voice cracks.Then he turns and looks at me.— This… — he gestures around the basement, his brows drawn tight — this whole thing is wrongI frown.— What is?— You. Here. Alone with him. Him not fucking anyone else since you showed up. All of it’s wrong. — His gaze turns glacial, filled with contempt. — You were supposed to be just another victus, nothing more. All this shit is happening because you fell in love with our vicarius.