“Don’t give me that shit, Lilith. You know damn well what you were dreaming about and I want to know right now who the fuck it was that was in the bed with you.” “What?” I search his features. My Eli. So beautifully chaotic. So beautifully perfect. “What do you mean, in bed with me?” Eli huffs, falling onto his back, flustered, his eyes on the ceiling. I reach forward, Kyrin’s hand still in mine as I lean in to press my lips to his cheek. “What are you asking me, Eli?” He shakes his head, swallowing thickly as his Adam’s apple jolts. “I guess I don’t know, Lilith.”
