“Look,” Tomb breathed. Every muscle in his body was tense with anticipation.
My eyes locked onto the mark that slowly appeared onto her neck. The hourglass stood out against her pale flesh, matching her bright red hair and searing hope into my soul.
Right in front of our eyes, her scrapes healed. Her burn faded. Her ribs straightened. And her neck snapped back into place. The invisible cord in my gut pulled tight, the mate bond tying back in place.
And then the most beautiful blazing blue eyes snapped open.
She was alive.
Tomb and I wrapped her up in our shaky, bloodied limbs, and I knew that we wouldn’t be letting her go anytime soon.
Chapter 33
“I can do it,” I said with a not so subtle roll of my eyes.
Furious dark eyes locked on me. “You fucking died.”
I was getting really tired of their overprotectiveness. “Yes, Tomb. As you’ve pointed out many, many times over the last week, I died. But I still don’t need help opening the door to the bathroom,” I said dryly.
My stubborn gargoyle looked me dead in the eye...and opened the godsdamned bathroom door before I could get there. I sighed and walked inside, issuing him a thank you as I closed the door after me. At least I’d finally convinced him not to follow me inside. Having an audience while I was in the bathroom was not the sort of bonding experience I wanted with my mates. That had been a fight for a good forty-eight hours after my death. He and Crow had been extra protective of me ever since I, well...died. Luckily for me, my crazy spider basically ate her way out of poor Glenda Wind and burrowed back inside me. What can I say? We belong together. We were a match made in hell.
I finished my business in the bathroom and then headed for the door, only for it to sweep open before I could even touch the knob. I scowled at my mate. “You know, you were dead for hours after the first time I fucked you.”
Tomb just crossed his muscled biceps in front of his chest and stared down at me. “And?”
“And...we’ve all died here. Let’s be adults about it,” I said reasonably.
Crow snorted behind me, and I turned to look at him where he was resting in the blue armchair near the window. Russell was perched on the sill, eyeing me just as closely as my mates.
“Give it up, Little Spider. Rock Cock over there won’t be letting up on you anytime soon. His demon’s protective instincts basically went into overdrive when you died.”
Softening, I turned and wrapped my arms around Tomb. His tense body instantly softened, his arms coming around to hold me, and he buried his face into my hair. It was annoying, but I understood why they were acting this way. I felt the same crushing fear whenever they were in danger. It was natural to care. “I’m sorry. I know how that must’ve felt. But I’m right here. I’m okay.”
“Are you?” Tomb asked, tipping my head back to look at him. He was so gorgeous. His chiseled features and intense eyes, dark skin and bright teeth.
It had been a week since the bloodbath at Spector. Stiles had stayed true to his word, and everything was broadcasted to every supe community in the country. The outcry had been instantaneous. But it had come at a price. Even now, in this spacious room with nice furnishings and sunlight streaming in through the windows...it was a farce. We were being held in a room in vamp city’s council headquarters, waiting for ongoing deliberations to hear what would happen to Spector and everyone involved. Stiles was testifying on trial and giving explanations, but I wasn’t sure what was going to happen.
Even so, that wasn’t what worried me.
Crow stood up and walked over, pressing against my back so I was being comforted by both of them. “I’m scared for him,” I admitted softly.
Tomb nodded. “We know.”
Risk still hadn’t woken up.
A week, and nothing. He was being seen by healers and human doctors alike, and nobody could say a damn thing except he was in something like a coma. Whatever had happened to him during the ritual had affected him gravely.
As if on cue, a knock sounded on our door. Tomb went into protective mode instantly, his body turning to stone as he went to the door. Russell landed on my shoulder with a caw, while Crow stayed at my side.
Tomb opened the door, his body tensing. “Who are you?”
“Hmm. A gargoyle demon? The ladies must love that,” an English voice drawled.
I moved beside Tomb to see the male standing in our doorway, and my skin instantly prickled. “You’re a high-level demon,” I said, looking him over. He had deep red hair and bright green eyes. A green so vivid and pure that it was almost hard to stare into his jade gaze. He was wearing a plain black t-shirt and jeans, his stance relaxed and his expression easygoing. But I could sense an incredible amount of power wafting off of him.
He grinned at me, showing off a set of perfect teeth and dazzling dimples. “I am, love. And you must be the notorious Black Widow.” His gaze swept up my body as if I were wearing lingerie instead of jeans and a shirt. “Mmm. You’re positively decadent. I can see why Risk mated you. I might even be tempted to tumble with a known sexual cannibal.”
My mouth dropped open in shock at his forward words.
Tomb moved, blocking me, and his muscles rippled. “Don’t fucking talk to my mate like that,” he roared. “She’s mine. And you better back the fuck off.”
My eyes widened at Tomb’s outburst. He was protective and possessive, sure, but this was extreme. My eyes narrowed on the demon. “What kind of demon
