Page 37 of The Bookseller and the Alpha (Witch Twins #1)

Calypso

Pompy give a small bark. I half-woke, sensing someone in my room.

Before I could panic, react to the fact that someone was in my room, beside my bed, I smelled Luc’s unique scent.

Again, I had that sense of rightness that I’d sensed before.

With my brain mostly out of action, my body knew, absolutely knew, without a doubt, that Luc wouldn’t hurt me.

I couldn’t summon up any panic or fear that he was in my room.

The instinctive, primitive part of my brain knew that he would keep me safe.

I wasn’t even angry with him anymore. He was here, now, and my sub-conscious was happy about that.

“Come to bed,” I said. It was probably something I’d regret in the morning, but there was an emptiness in my chest.

The bed dipped with his weight. I rolled over, reaching for his hand.

I got a warm chest instead. Mmmm. He gathered me into his arms and a feeling of warm contentment filled me.

I felt as though I belonged there. I had felt the same way when I’d been in his arms earlier.

It had been wonderful and strange and absolutely overwhelming.

From the moment I’d failed my Testing, I hadn’t belonged.

Not a Witch, but with too much knowledge of the supernatural world to be a normal person.

I’d made myself a place on the fringe of supernatural society and I was proud of the life I’d built, but no matter how hard I tried there was a core of hurt, buried deep, that I couldn’t have what my sister had.

That she’d been born with all the power and I had none.

“Sleep,” Luc said, his voice so deep it rumbled in his chest.

I started to slip into dreamland. I could feel Luc’s hands on my back, rubbing gentle circles. “’S’nice,” I mumbled. Perhaps taking that as encouragement, one hand moved to my hair, stroking it gently.

My body relaxed into sleep. I dreamed that he whispered into my ear. “Safe. I have you, my mate. You are safe.”