Summon Dorn (Archangels Creed) by Azure Boone, Kenra Daniels Page B
Authors: Azure Boone, Kenra Daniels
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sex?"
" Yes!" she cried.
Lucian couldn 't help but cringe a little at her we're doomed tone while his heart raced in contemplation of such a thing.
" And you can feel it too can't you? How they're not lying? And I should totally be freaking out but like my body just isn't? Are you—is that what you're feeling?"
He released an astonished breath at exactly how right that was. "Yes."
Then it happened. The locked stare that said what they couldn 't verbalize but both wondered. Do you want to? It was followed by a deafening silence in her eyes at first. Then Lucian recognized what he was seeing. Her fear. Of rejection.
Lucian didn 't know what the hell to think. This was insane. "For scenario's sake Jessie. If what he's saying is what we think he's saying and the fate of the world rests on our shoulders, then…yes. I would do this with you, of course."
Her brows drew together. "And if there wasn't a gun to your head? Would you?"
Oh shit. "I didn't mean it like that, I'm sorry." He stroked her cheek with a thumb wanting to erase the hurt from her face.
She stared at his mouth and swallowed. "Well…just so you know…" she nodded her head. "So would I."
Her words were like an electrical zap to his insides. "And if…there wasn't a gun pointed at your head?"
She chewed her bottom lip then bravely met his gaze. "Most definitely."
He laughed with the excitement/relief/sickness that overcame him while pulling her into his embrace. He gave in to the urge to taste her lips again with absolute reverence and tenderness. "Me too," he whispered against her lips.
Her hand found his and she laced their fingers tight while she kissed him back with a promising sweet passion.
"Have we gone nuts?" she whispered.
" Maybe," he whispered back, lost in the feel of her silky lips sliding against his.
" I hope not." Her words nearly croaked with emotion.
" Why?"
She suddenly captured his face with both hands and devoured his mouth with a thrilling hunger, giving her answer between breaths. "Because I want this to be real."
****
Sally battled the butterflies in her stomach that kept insisting she run instead of sit there calmly on the couch, waiting, with her little black canvas duffle bag of white cotton underwear. Was she really doing this? Joining a convent?
It meant a big change. Could she actually go through with it? If it meant being able to sleep a whole night through without waking up crying from nightmares of her father's hands where they didn't belong, then yes. Yes, she could do anything to escape that hell.
Jessie had surprised her as they said their goodbyes before she 'd left for work, hugging Sally tight and wishing her well. Something was different about Jessie, something good. Curiosity urged Sally to ask about the new glow in her sister's cheeks, but she'd lost the privilege of sharing such things long ago. Just one more regret to carry with her, and hopefully make atonement for.
An unfamiliar vehicle pulled into the driveway. Sally stood and grabbed her bag when the horn sounded. One last look around at the room that was still almost exactly as when her Aunt May lived there. One last moment of regret for the little sister she hadn 't treated as well as she should have. A quick glance confirmed the house keys lying where she'd told Jessie she would leave them, atop the heavy walnut TV cabinet. Careful to lock the door behind her, she left her sister's house.
*** *
From the time she got in the small Honda with Sister Mary Evangela, until they stopped at the highway rest area an hour later, Jessie tried sporadically to make conversation. The bulky nun, scowling furiously in a very good imitation of a female Olympic athlete from an Eastern Bloc nation, refused to answer in more than monosyllabic grunts. She drove them into the rest area and pulled in to park beside another car.
" You should visit the restroom. We won't stop again until we reach the Abbey." Her heavy woolen habit sparkled with tiny droplets from
" Yes!" she cried.
Lucian couldn 't help but cringe a little at her we're doomed tone while his heart raced in contemplation of such a thing.
" And you can feel it too can't you? How they're not lying? And I should totally be freaking out but like my body just isn't? Are you—is that what you're feeling?"
He released an astonished breath at exactly how right that was. "Yes."
Then it happened. The locked stare that said what they couldn 't verbalize but both wondered. Do you want to? It was followed by a deafening silence in her eyes at first. Then Lucian recognized what he was seeing. Her fear. Of rejection.
Lucian didn 't know what the hell to think. This was insane. "For scenario's sake Jessie. If what he's saying is what we think he's saying and the fate of the world rests on our shoulders, then…yes. I would do this with you, of course."
Her brows drew together. "And if there wasn't a gun to your head? Would you?"
Oh shit. "I didn't mean it like that, I'm sorry." He stroked her cheek with a thumb wanting to erase the hurt from her face.
She stared at his mouth and swallowed. "Well…just so you know…" she nodded her head. "So would I."
Her words were like an electrical zap to his insides. "And if…there wasn't a gun pointed at your head?"
She chewed her bottom lip then bravely met his gaze. "Most definitely."
He laughed with the excitement/relief/sickness that overcame him while pulling her into his embrace. He gave in to the urge to taste her lips again with absolute reverence and tenderness. "Me too," he whispered against her lips.
Her hand found his and she laced their fingers tight while she kissed him back with a promising sweet passion.
"Have we gone nuts?" she whispered.
" Maybe," he whispered back, lost in the feel of her silky lips sliding against his.
" I hope not." Her words nearly croaked with emotion.
" Why?"
She suddenly captured his face with both hands and devoured his mouth with a thrilling hunger, giving her answer between breaths. "Because I want this to be real."
****
Sally battled the butterflies in her stomach that kept insisting she run instead of sit there calmly on the couch, waiting, with her little black canvas duffle bag of white cotton underwear. Was she really doing this? Joining a convent?
It meant a big change. Could she actually go through with it? If it meant being able to sleep a whole night through without waking up crying from nightmares of her father's hands where they didn't belong, then yes. Yes, she could do anything to escape that hell.
Jessie had surprised her as they said their goodbyes before she 'd left for work, hugging Sally tight and wishing her well. Something was different about Jessie, something good. Curiosity urged Sally to ask about the new glow in her sister's cheeks, but she'd lost the privilege of sharing such things long ago. Just one more regret to carry with her, and hopefully make atonement for.
An unfamiliar vehicle pulled into the driveway. Sally stood and grabbed her bag when the horn sounded. One last look around at the room that was still almost exactly as when her Aunt May lived there. One last moment of regret for the little sister she hadn 't treated as well as she should have. A quick glance confirmed the house keys lying where she'd told Jessie she would leave them, atop the heavy walnut TV cabinet. Careful to lock the door behind her, she left her sister's house.
*** *
From the time she got in the small Honda with Sister Mary Evangela, until they stopped at the highway rest area an hour later, Jessie tried sporadically to make conversation. The bulky nun, scowling furiously in a very good imitation of a female Olympic athlete from an Eastern Bloc nation, refused to answer in more than monosyllabic grunts. She drove them into the rest area and pulled in to park beside another car.
" You should visit the restroom. We won't stop again until we reach the Abbey." Her heavy woolen habit sparkled with tiny droplets from
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