Monthly Bonus Content #1 — 'Christmas Miracle' (Adam Xmas Special) (Patreon)

I glare up at the top branch of the towering Christmas tree. The tinsel and baubles shiver as though feeling the intense annoyance that radiates out from me.

With my arms folded and a frown on my face, I twist my head around to stare at Adam.

“So, you’re not going to help at all?” I ask.

He slowly turns the page of the book spread on his lap, his gaze remaining focused on it. I have no idea how he’s able to read the tiny words with the room practically plunged into darkness, except for the glow of the fairylights.

“You and Farah requested that beast. Now you must cope alone in decorating it since she has abandoned you to the task,” he replies.

I sag with a roll of my eyes. I mean, he’s not wrong. The minute Farah and I saw the gargantuan tree on the lot, we just had to have it, even against everyone else’s protests.

But still…

I huff out a breath. Fine. I take on supernaturals and bad guys on a daily basis. I can handle getting the top of this tree decorated.

A slight twinge of doubt knots in me, but I push it down and grab up the bauble before stepping warily onto the sofa. The cushion sinks beneath my foot making stepping on it a little more difficult than intended.

Adam’s gaze finally flickers up from his book as I begin to balance on the edge of the sofa arm. “What do you think you are doing, Detective?”

“Decorating the tree. Alone,” I reply in a terse tone. I wobble as I reach for the tallest bushy tree branch, but I catch my balance again and give a smile.

Adam is frowning at his book, trying his hardest not to look as though he’s concerned. His fingers rub small circles at his temple.

Stretching forward, I bite at my lip in concentration and zero in on the branch.

The bauble’s ribbon catches on a pine needle…and holds!

I swing back and balance with skill on the sofa arm, with no small amount of pride lighting my face brighter than the fairy lights.

The pride falls to horror as I watch the tree begin to tip with a creak.

“Oh shi—”

But the tree’s crashing descent is halted in an instant as a blur flashes from the window seat. Adam catches the trunk with a grimace and holds it in place.

I exhale a breath and clamber down from the sofa. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome. But will you please set it properly.” He winces and fidgets on the spot. “The needles are quite uncomfortable.”

I drop to the floor and scoot my body under the tree, baubles massaging my back as I try to screw the trunk tighter into the base. “Done.”

When I wiggle my way free of the tree, I bounce to my feet and smile over at Adam in gratitude. But my gaze falls on the sore redness that flushes down the pale cream skin of his arm.

“Are you all right?” I ask, reaching out to take his hand so as I can see the irritation closer.

“I…,” he stutters. “I will be.”

The rash disappears before my eyes, leaving only the perfection of Adam’s skin on display. I don’t think I’ll ever get over that healing ability.

I step even closer towards him, his wrist caught in my grip, as I stare down at where the soreness had been only moments before.

“That’s incredible,” I mutter, smoothing my fingers over the area.

A shudder of breath sounds from Adam at my touch, washing over my face and forcing me to look at him.

His eyes darken with a need I’ve only ever wished I could see from him. My hand slides up his arm, over the solid curve of his bicep, before spreading over his chest. His heart thunders beneath my palm.

“You can cease your examination.” His voice is hoarse and almost growled. It sends a heat racing through me. “I am well.”

“I’m not examining you,” I reply.

A hint of a smile curves his pale lips. “What do you expect to happen here, Detective?”

I arch a brow. “It is Christmas. Miracles happen at this time of year, you know.”

His amusement fades, his eyes gazing into mine in a way that steals my breath and makes me dizzy. He raises a hand, his fingers slide down the side of my neck before resting against my shoulder. My pulse pounds so loud I can hear it echoing through my ears.

“Miracles?” he mumbles. He leans forward, his lips so close to my ear that even the idea of the touch almost has me moaning. “You are the only miracle I need.”

I blink a few times as the words process before I swing around to watch as he draws quickly away from me.

He picks up his book from the sofa, hesitates at the doorway, and then storms out, slamming the door with force behind him.