"I don't remember dying, do you?" he asked, turning back to face me as he ran a hand through his hair and furrowed his eyebrows in perplexity.
I mumbled, resting my head on his chest once more, "All I remember is killing Malcolm of. Who could have killed us?"
"It's a valid query," he replied, shoving aside a porch beam to cause the hammock to shake. "I take it Meredith is in charge of your coven in case something goes wrong?"
Indeed, how are you doing? Does Reece grow up to be Alpha? "Either her or Aleksei if she doesn't want the position," he said.
Exhaled deeply.
After a brief period of silence during which we both processed our current situation, Alrik twirled his fingers through my hair and said, "Well, you're here with me so I can't complain much."
I swatted his hand away as it reached down to give my ass a little squeeze, saying, "We apparently just died, and you're already pawing at me."
