Hyacinth Excerpt #3 – Midnight Conversation.

Selene couldn’t sleep. Too many thoughts ran around in her head like a dog chasing its tail. And even though she now felt confident she’d be able to keep Maddox out of her dreams, she still was wary.
After a hour of tossing and turning, Selene slipped out of bed and tiptoed down the hallway. She paused outside Griffin’s door, and then after a few moments hesitation, knocked softly. There was no answer. She tapped a little harder.
 “Yeah?” Griffin called out.
Selene opened the door and poked her head inside. “You awake?”
“Am now.” He rubbed a hand over his jaw. Selene tried to ignore how sexy the stubble made him look.
“Can I talk to you a moment?”
“What about?”
Selene ignored his brief hesitation and entered the room. She shut the door behind her and took a seat on his bed. She sat close enough to him to be physically charged up by his bare torso, but far enough so that she wouldn’t run her hands over his smooth skin, no matter how incredibly tempting it was.
“Something bothered you tonight about Hugh’s suggestion,” she stated.
Griffin frowned. “Says who?”
“Says me.” She watched as Griffin’s lips compressed. “And now you’re irritated with me for saying that. You get irritated with me a lot.”
Griffin huffed a laugh. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Selene tipped her head to the side. “Was that sarcasm?”
“No, ma’am. I wouldn’t dare sass a queen.”
 Selene couldn’t resist. She reached out and poked him in the chest with her finger. “I think that it was–”
Suddenly, Griffin’s hand snaked out and grabbed hers. She wasn’t sure exactly what he was up to until he pushed the cuff of her sleeve back and flipped her hand over. Selene tried to jerk her hand away, but he tightened his grip and wouldn’t let her go.
With his free hand, Griffin lightly traced the slightly puckered scar that ran the circumference of her wrist.
 “Gideon did this to you,” Griffin said gruffly without looking up.
Selene took a deep breath. “Yes.”
“How?”
She closed her eyes, shaking her head, “I can’t. I… don’t talk about it.”

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