Damn, he has a good smile. I try to look at him through a different lens. He’s attractive. A great-looking male who is easy for any female to find sexy. He’s the strongest alpha, willing to do anything for his pack and the other wolves. He’s sacrificed a lot. Deep down, he’s a good man. But I don’t get butterflies in my stomach. I don’t get the rush in anticipation of our next kiss or the flicker of heat at his touch.
I used to love him. I try to push our past aside. The mistakes he made were just that—mistakes. He’s asked for forgiveness. He’s taken responsibility for them.
Forgive him.
Wine magically appears in my glass. Ambrose lifts his glass, and I hold up mine as well.
“To a fresh start. I can’t believe I have the privilege of watching you fall in love all over again.”
“That’s one optimistic way to say that,” I mutter.
“I have a lot of optimism when it comes to you, love.”
I frown. “What did you say?”
He frowns, unsure what I’m referring to.
I shake my head. I must have imagined it.
I take a long swig of my drink. If I’m going to have hallucinations, I at least want to be able to blame it on being drunk.
As I set my wine glass down, it magically refills itself.
I blink and then look up at Ambrose as if I’m seeing him for the first time. Every time I see him perform magic, I realize how immense it is. I still think he’s more powerful than he lets on sometimes, from the magic he uses when he tries to impress me.
“Sorry, do you like my magic or would you prefer me to keep it to myself?”
His voice is timid, unsure. Pulling back all the layers of himself, he’s suddenly vulnerable. He’s sweating, nervous, more nervous than me.
I find myself slipping into his mind, trying to understand what’s happening.
“Of course she’s not impressed by your magic, you dimwit!”
I freeze.
Nyx.
I can hear Nyx in Ambrose’s mind.
I’m definitely hallucinating.
“You can go now. I’ve got this. Who is she currently sharing a meal with?”Ambrose snaps back to him in his mind.
“And who is she currently in love with?”Nyx hisses back.
My heart explodes.
It’s not a hallucination. It’s real. I can hear Nyx in Ambrose’s head. I may have severed my connection with Nyx, but their connection is as strong as ever.
I don’t know if I should cry or laugh.How could they still have a connection? What even is their connection if they aren’t mates?
“You should really drink some blood. It might make you less cranky,”Ambrose snarls back.
“I’ll get you some ice for your blue balls.”
I chuckle, and Ambrose stares at me suspiciously for a beat and then says. “You can hear him, can’t you?”
I smile, I can’t help it. “Yes.”