Cereus, it doesn’t matter now anyhow, does it?”
My eyes trail up the body of the man I adore more than anything. His dark probing eyes see straight through me and command a reaction like no other person can. My soul tethered and owned by his, my dark, beautiful enigma. How did I ever survive life before you?
His warm palm cups my cheek and I crumble into it, seeking, yearning for his comfort. It’s not so often granted, no matter how much he knows I crave it.
I move the damp hair from my face so I can see more clearly. The room is cold and depressing, the metal chairs hard beneath my butt.
Didn’t they think people would be more cooperative if they were more welcoming?
“They don’t want you comfortable, sweet Cereus,” Ryan whispers.
“So your driving licence says you’re Kirsty Jones but can you tell me who Georgina Yates is and why you have her licence?” He’s holding up her driving licence. Hmmm, I’d forgot I had that.
“Always taking souvenirs,” Ryan tuts, shaking his head at me.
Kirsty Jones. How many names have I had now?
I look over to the man asking me questions and then to the man beside him whose eyes are boring into my own. Am I a suspect in a case the other fat idiot has no evidence of, because the man beside him, the man staring at me with such sadness in his heavy lidded eyes wouldn’t allow there to be any?
I scan the familiarities in his features from the man I once knew. The small lines creasing around his eyes are new, but overall his appearance is so familiar, yet so distant.
…Another lifetime.
“Kirsty, can you answer the question? Who is Georgina Yates?” The useless dick asks again. How am I freezing to death and yet there’s sweat beading and dripping from his forehead.
Because they pulled you out of a cold lake and his body is four times the size of yours and it’s trying to burn off all those doughnuts.
I smirk at my inner bitch, I liked her a lot. Why does he care so much about Georgina anyway?
“So many names, so many people it’s hard to remember them all, you know.” I muse, smiling wickedly. I’ve never really thought about it before but it’s quite a scary thought… what sinister thoughts can lurk behind a smile, especially mine.
Ryan’s dark rumbling laugh sends energy through my veins causing a shiver, and he knows it too, knows what he does to me. The glint in his eyes make them shine like glossy black sapphires.
“Don’t tease the man, my sweet Cereus. Remember.
It’s why you’re here.”
I do remember her, of course I do. She was someone we actually both liked, which was rare and something Ryan would never admit to if I spoke those thoughts aloud. I can hear Ryan’s reply in my head, “I don’t like anyone Cereus but you and me.”
Maybe “like” is a strong word, tolerated would be a better term. I liked her and he tolerated her, and in the end he was right about her not being like us, no one is. She was the reason I was here.
...She ruined everything
My mind wanders back to the night I brought her back to the cosy villa Ryan had rented for us right off the beachfront.
We had done so much travelling; Ryan was showing me the world and every inch of it was dark and consuming. The powerful intensity from being by his side could be compared to none, he was it for me, and I worshipped him. I fed on the remedy of his allure willingly. He gave me everything but him completely and my body ached along with my heart for him to fully devour me.
He offered me a life that I could be free in, a life where no one but us two mattered.
Normal people will never know just how magical, how beautiful the darkness can be.
And then everything changed and nothing was the way it was supposed to be. Why couldn’t I just listen to him… why did he have to bring out the monster in me?
Georgina freaking Yates, why did I ever have to meet you?
4 MONTHS EARLIER
Have you ever had a dream so vivid, when you awoke from it your heartbeat was still
My eyes trail up the body of the man I adore more than anything. His dark probing eyes see straight through me and command a reaction like no other person can. My soul tethered and owned by his, my dark, beautiful enigma. How did I ever survive life before you?
His warm palm cups my cheek and I crumble into it, seeking, yearning for his comfort. It’s not so often granted, no matter how much he knows I crave it.
I move the damp hair from my face so I can see more clearly. The room is cold and depressing, the metal chairs hard beneath my butt.
Didn’t they think people would be more cooperative if they were more welcoming?
“They don’t want you comfortable, sweet Cereus,” Ryan whispers.
“So your driving licence says you’re Kirsty Jones but can you tell me who Georgina Yates is and why you have her licence?” He’s holding up her driving licence. Hmmm, I’d forgot I had that.
“Always taking souvenirs,” Ryan tuts, shaking his head at me.
Kirsty Jones. How many names have I had now?
I look over to the man asking me questions and then to the man beside him whose eyes are boring into my own. Am I a suspect in a case the other fat idiot has no evidence of, because the man beside him, the man staring at me with such sadness in his heavy lidded eyes wouldn’t allow there to be any?
I scan the familiarities in his features from the man I once knew. The small lines creasing around his eyes are new, but overall his appearance is so familiar, yet so distant.
…Another lifetime.
“Kirsty, can you answer the question? Who is Georgina Yates?” The useless dick asks again. How am I freezing to death and yet there’s sweat beading and dripping from his forehead.
Because they pulled you out of a cold lake and his body is four times the size of yours and it’s trying to burn off all those doughnuts.
I smirk at my inner bitch, I liked her a lot. Why does he care so much about Georgina anyway?
“So many names, so many people it’s hard to remember them all, you know.” I muse, smiling wickedly. I’ve never really thought about it before but it’s quite a scary thought… what sinister thoughts can lurk behind a smile, especially mine.
Ryan’s dark rumbling laugh sends energy through my veins causing a shiver, and he knows it too, knows what he does to me. The glint in his eyes make them shine like glossy black sapphires.
“Don’t tease the man, my sweet Cereus. Remember.
It’s why you’re here.”
I do remember her, of course I do. She was someone we actually both liked, which was rare and something Ryan would never admit to if I spoke those thoughts aloud. I can hear Ryan’s reply in my head, “I don’t like anyone Cereus but you and me.”
Maybe “like” is a strong word, tolerated would be a better term. I liked her and he tolerated her, and in the end he was right about her not being like us, no one is. She was the reason I was here.
...She ruined everything
My mind wanders back to the night I brought her back to the cosy villa Ryan had rented for us right off the beachfront.
We had done so much travelling; Ryan was showing me the world and every inch of it was dark and consuming. The powerful intensity from being by his side could be compared to none, he was it for me, and I worshipped him. I fed on the remedy of his allure willingly. He gave me everything but him completely and my body ached along with my heart for him to fully devour me.
He offered me a life that I could be free in, a life where no one but us two mattered.
Normal people will never know just how magical, how beautiful the darkness can be.
And then everything changed and nothing was the way it was supposed to be. Why couldn’t I just listen to him… why did he have to bring out the monster in me?
Georgina freaking Yates, why did I ever have to meet you?
4 MONTHS EARLIER
Have you ever had a dream so vivid, when you awoke from it your heartbeat was still
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