Page 19 of Moonlight Hearts

“You did a lot more than that, and you know it.Does anyone work here?”

We turned right, and there was a sign on the wall ahead of us.According to the arrows, the exit was left, and the right was for staff.

“Security.And probably some of Valentin’s minions.He has a lot of those.”

“Hmm.”

The way to the exit was odd.The hallway made several turns, and with the cream walls and the monotony of it all, it felt labyrinthine.It eventually spat us out in front of a short escalator that took us down to a spacious if nondescript foyer.Our footfalls echoed on the polished floor there, mine more than Soyer’s.

“Is there no one here?”I whispered.

“Oh, they’re here.Security really isn’t too bad.You never know when someone as cute as yourself will walk into our world, after all.Of course, they need to be stopped immediately, lest they befriend vampires and take them on juice dates.”

I giggled.“I know I’m tipsy, but you’re the one sounding tipsy.You know that, right?”

Soyer stopped in the middle of the echoey foyer and reeled me into his embrace.The lights here were dim, creating shadowy corners and hidden darkness.I could see bare metal beams as part of the design, creating edges and angles to give the place character, and I was reminded of a wide cave entrance—the large opening that led to a hidden place.

Soyer wrapped his arms around me, holding me close.“I’m not drunk, Amory.I’m in love with you.What else did you expect, hmm?”

I blushed.“I love you too.”

“Yeah, that’s the best part of it.”

“Thanks for taking me on the train.”

He huffed.“Braved that fucking tourist trap because I love you.”

“Maybe we can go again some other time?”

“My heart, you’re going to be the death of me.”

“But you can’t die.”

He brushed my hair back and ran the tip of one finger over my forehead.“No, I can’t.You’re stuck with me.”

I felt my grin stretch.“You promise?”

He snorted.“Absolutely.Ready to go home?”

“Yeah.Soyer?”

“Yes, my heart?”

“I’m still a little mad about…you know.The four days a week.”

He cackled, then pulled me in for a kiss that made me all weak in the knees.

“Good,” he said when our lips parted.“That means I get to do anything and everything in a bid to get you to forgive me.”

“That wasn’t—”

He kissed me again.“Too late.”

Chapter Seven

Wetookacabhome, but it was a short ride, barely long enough for me to rest my head on Soyer’s shoulder.When we walked into his apartment—our apartment—he stopped me from taking off my jacket, kissing me in the hallway.

“What’s that smell?”I asked when he let up and peeled my jacket off me.