Chapter 68 - Taryk

Xander pushed her into my arms. Our bare arms sliding against each other. The expression on her face before she buried it in my chest was one of awe and peaceful contentment. I'd never experienced anything that could put that kind of look on my face before.

"Xander, what the fuck were you thinking?" Ransom looked ready to tear Kiema from my arms.

Asher held him back. "You can't pull her out now. We don't know what could happen to her."

I would have laughed at the reversal of roles if I didn't feel Kiema poking around inside me. I winced as she hit something that felt pretty fucking vital. "Is it supposed to hurt?" I asked, trying to keep my voice even.

Xander still looked like he was riding the best high of his life. I'm pretty sure the building could've exploded around us and he would have that dopey look on his face still. Deep inside me, I felt the tug of happiness for him.

In college, I'd stayed up with him countless nights as he slid under the influence of whatever