magic, making the power under my skin ripple with waves of excitement.
I sucked in a breath. The magic I was feeling wasn’t calling to my magic. It was my magic.
It all happened so fast. One second I was standing in the middle of an otherwise empty state park and the next I was looking up at a face, no less breathtaking than the last time I had seen it.
I pushed up my ski mask and stared.
The glittering black scales that had only partially covered his chest and arms had spread. Now they coated one entire arm, half his abdomen, the large expanse of his chest and his entire neck. His horns looked longer, and thicker. His light blonde hair had lengthened, the ends dipped in midnight. Enormous black bat-like wings towered over him, the tips brushing against the snowy floor. In one swift movement they collapsed and tucked in behind him
Wait, had he grown? Yes. He had grown considerably since I had last seen him.
Bewildered, I sunk down into the snow, oblivious to the cold.
“Gerik,” I breathed.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Xan had refused to leave the Horváth”s until Nicu left, which unfortunately had not been until early morning. Dead tired and sexually spent from Fifi’s attempts at making him feel better, he made it halfway through camp when someone stepped out of the shadows. He groaned. Fata was the last person on earth he wanted to deal with right now.
“You gotta cigarette?”
“Onyx, you know better than to talk to me."
"I don’t know what your problem is with me, Deleanu. If you hadn’t gone after her, she would have died out there and neither of us would be so fucking miserable right now.”
He looked at her. Really looked at her instead of ignoring her like the rest of the clan did. For trying to get her killed, she had been banished. However, in lieu of certain apocalyptic circumstances she had been allowed to remain in camp. Nevertheless, the clan was to treat her as if she had gone.
She had always been rail thin but she looked damn near invisible now. Her short black hair had grown out and was now significantly past her shoulders, greasy, limp and dirty. Her clothes were way too big for her and gave the appearance that she was drowning in a sea of cotton and denim.
He snorted. “Fată, that failsafe plan of yours would have only worked if I hadn’t already loved her when you decided to feed her to the natives.”
“Whatever,” she muttered.
“Yeah, whatever. Are you so fuckin’ dumb that you actually think Gerik would have had anything to do with you if you had killed his soul mate ?”
Christ, that had been hard to say. But it was true. She was Gerik’s. Not his. Gerik’s. Not his. Never his. With the heel of his palm, he rubbed his aching chest.
“Just give me a cigarette,” she whispered, looking anywhere but at him.
Eh. What the hell. He gave her a pity cigarette and turned away.
The telltale sound of liquor sloshing back and forth in a bottle stopped him dead in his tracks.
Onyx was dangling a nearly full bottle of Jack Daniels and a fat blu nt in front of his face. “I’m not adverse to sharing, băiat.”
“Good,” he sneered. “Saves me from having to knock you out.” He turned to go.
“Deleanu…”
“What?”
“I didn’t say it was free.”
His eyes narrowed. “What the fuck do you want, Onyx?”
“Not to be…alone…for just a little while.”
His nostrils flared at her insinuation.
“Why me?” He bit out.
She shrugged. “You’re a brokenhearted whore with a bad temper and a drinking problem.”
He glared at her. “That doesn’t mean I’ll fuck you .”
She raised an eyebrow. “It doesn’t?”
He wanted to tell her to fuck off. And he almost did. Almost. Only, she was right. For as long as he could remember he had dealt with the bullshit life threw at him one of three ways.
Fucking.
Drinking.
Fighting.
“Your place or mine, Deleanu?”
Feeling every inch the whore she was treating him as, but wanting that bottle of Jack more than he
I sucked in a breath. The magic I was feeling wasn’t calling to my magic. It was my magic.
It all happened so fast. One second I was standing in the middle of an otherwise empty state park and the next I was looking up at a face, no less breathtaking than the last time I had seen it.
I pushed up my ski mask and stared.
The glittering black scales that had only partially covered his chest and arms had spread. Now they coated one entire arm, half his abdomen, the large expanse of his chest and his entire neck. His horns looked longer, and thicker. His light blonde hair had lengthened, the ends dipped in midnight. Enormous black bat-like wings towered over him, the tips brushing against the snowy floor. In one swift movement they collapsed and tucked in behind him
Wait, had he grown? Yes. He had grown considerably since I had last seen him.
Bewildered, I sunk down into the snow, oblivious to the cold.
“Gerik,” I breathed.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Xan had refused to leave the Horváth”s until Nicu left, which unfortunately had not been until early morning. Dead tired and sexually spent from Fifi’s attempts at making him feel better, he made it halfway through camp when someone stepped out of the shadows. He groaned. Fata was the last person on earth he wanted to deal with right now.
“You gotta cigarette?”
“Onyx, you know better than to talk to me."
"I don’t know what your problem is with me, Deleanu. If you hadn’t gone after her, she would have died out there and neither of us would be so fucking miserable right now.”
He looked at her. Really looked at her instead of ignoring her like the rest of the clan did. For trying to get her killed, she had been banished. However, in lieu of certain apocalyptic circumstances she had been allowed to remain in camp. Nevertheless, the clan was to treat her as if she had gone.
She had always been rail thin but she looked damn near invisible now. Her short black hair had grown out and was now significantly past her shoulders, greasy, limp and dirty. Her clothes were way too big for her and gave the appearance that she was drowning in a sea of cotton and denim.
He snorted. “Fată, that failsafe plan of yours would have only worked if I hadn’t already loved her when you decided to feed her to the natives.”
“Whatever,” she muttered.
“Yeah, whatever. Are you so fuckin’ dumb that you actually think Gerik would have had anything to do with you if you had killed his soul mate ?”
Christ, that had been hard to say. But it was true. She was Gerik’s. Not his. Gerik’s. Not his. Never his. With the heel of his palm, he rubbed his aching chest.
“Just give me a cigarette,” she whispered, looking anywhere but at him.
Eh. What the hell. He gave her a pity cigarette and turned away.
The telltale sound of liquor sloshing back and forth in a bottle stopped him dead in his tracks.
Onyx was dangling a nearly full bottle of Jack Daniels and a fat blu nt in front of his face. “I’m not adverse to sharing, băiat.”
“Good,” he sneered. “Saves me from having to knock you out.” He turned to go.
“Deleanu…”
“What?”
“I didn’t say it was free.”
His eyes narrowed. “What the fuck do you want, Onyx?”
“Not to be…alone…for just a little while.”
His nostrils flared at her insinuation.
“Why me?” He bit out.
She shrugged. “You’re a brokenhearted whore with a bad temper and a drinking problem.”
He glared at her. “That doesn’t mean I’ll fuck you .”
She raised an eyebrow. “It doesn’t?”
He wanted to tell her to fuck off. And he almost did. Almost. Only, she was right. For as long as he could remember he had dealt with the bullshit life threw at him one of three ways.
Fucking.
Drinking.
Fighting.
“Your place or mine, Deleanu?”
Feeling every inch the whore she was treating him as, but wanting that bottle of Jack more than he
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