Devils & Thieves (Devils & Thieves #1)(72)

“Sure. What do you want?”

“Cheese omelet.”

He climbed out of bed. I watched him as he walked toward the door, muscles and bones dimpling in his back beneath the skull tattoo nestled between his shoulder blades. I was ravenous for him. I wanted his hands on me and his lips on mine. I wanted his body wrapped around me. But I couldn’t tell him that. I was afraid I’d devour him whole. Distance was what we needed. I needed to put distance between us again, for his own protection.

Just because I didn’t belong to him didn’t mean I had stopped loving him.

When he was gone, I slipped from the bed, set my feet to the hardwood floor. Scorch marks appeared beneath me as I crossed to the small bathroom. Electricity ran up and down my arms, bolts of it webbing between my fingers. Wild magic permeated the air, smelling of ash and dirt and charred wood and the musk of a wolf’s pelt. The hair on my arms rose on end.

I flicked on the light and looked at the girl in the mirror.

She grinned a devilish grin, black eyes glinting in the fluorescent light.

But I wasn’t smiling.

Whoever that was in the mirror, she wasn’t me.

I flicked the light off, letting the darkness bleed back in.?