Chapter 48

Chapter 48

FEY

T he sound of a ringing phone pulled Fey from a gentle sleep and thrust her into consciousness.

She groaned, attempting to stretch. Her muscles were wonderfully sore after her night with Jasper and Alastair, and it felt so good to stretch out under the soft, cool sheets of Alastair’s bed.

But the moment she moved, an arm wrapped around her waist, and with a gasp of shock, she found herself being pulled flush against a warm, hard body.

“Good morning, gorgeous,” Jasper murmured against her neck, folding her against his body. Somewhere, that phone continued to ring.

She opened her mouth to tell him to fuck off, but Jasper’s tongue slid over the juncture of her neck and shoulder and her curse turned to a soft moan.

“Who the fuck is calling me at this time of day?” Alastair asked from the other side of the bed. The mattress shifted as he stood to pull on a pair of slacks and stalk toward the dresser where his phone sat.

“Let it ring,” Jasper called out, briefly glancing over at Alastair before burying his face back into Fey’s neck.

“Jasper,” she protested, struggling against him, to no avail. “Get away, you’re sticky,” she complained .

Jasper nuzzled into her even harder. “So are you.” His teeth grazed across her skin. “Let’s drag Alastair into the shower, hm? Get all nice and clean so we can get dirty again.”

Goddess, the way his breath tickled her skin, and the way his canines barely whispered over her skin… Fey wriggled against him, breath hitching.

“After,” she whispered, rolling in his grasp to face him. She took his face in her hands, grinning before lowering her mouth to his.

Jasper’s answering moan was full of encouragement.

“What?” Alastair spoke angrily into the phone. A moment passed, and he went still, body frozen. His face showed nothing, no emotion at all, as someone on the other end of the phone spoke. Fey couldn’t hear who was on the other end, or what they were saying, but Jasper could.

Jasper stopped suddenly, breaking their kiss as his head whipped up to watch the Vampire.

“Oh, Alastair,” he said quietly. And the heartbreak and pain in his voice turned Fey’s blood cold. She scrambled to sit up.

Without another word, Alastair took the phone from his ear and stared down at the screen. Then he ended the call.

“What is it?” Fey asked.

“Cassiel deSanguine is dead,” Alastair said in a hollow voice. “He slit his own throat.”