The Dark Prince (The Dark Prince Trilogy #1) by Autumn Winchester Page A
Authors: Autumn Winchester
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Chase moving things around in the spare bedroom as the door was left opened when she stepped out of the room she had been sleeping in. The growl of her hungry stomach drew her attention to the fact that she had slept the day away.
Getting out the pans that she would need, along with the ingredients for chicken spaghetti, Summer began to hum quietly to herself. She had heard an annoying song a few weeks ago, and no matter how often she tried, it got stuck in her head. Plus, she was in a good mood. She was safe, had a nice warm bed to sleep in, and knew without a doubt that Chase wouldn’t hit or kick her. There was something about him that warned her to be careful, to not test his limits, but he wouldn’t hurt her. Summer didn’t think he physically could hurt her for some reason.
As she removed the boneless chicken from the boiling water, she felt eyes on her. Instantly, her humming stopped and she stiffened her once halfway relaxed shoulders. She didn’t know what to expect from him now that he was in the same room as her. She thought she would act like nothing had happened between them, but after setting the bowl of chicken she had removed from the hot water on the counter next to the stove and turned around to face him, all coherent thoughts left her.
Chase stood leaning against the doorjamb, looking nothing like the men Summer had been with before. Black hair brushed, although still crazy, bright green eyes, a day’s hair growth on his face, and in relaxed clothing. Almost like he hadn’t forced her to marry him. He looked . . . normal. He was just a man that could have easily looked over her without a second glance.
But Summer knew that he was a hard man, and could pull out a gun without a blink if need be. She had seen him do that just two days before. Or was it three? She shivered at the thought of seeing Nick’s body drop to the ground. Yes, she knew he could be a deadly man if crossed; that didn't stop her being drawn to him.
His stance was calm, waiting. He wasn’t going to force her to do anything she didn’t want to do. His smile was shy, but warm as he gazed at a frightened Summer. Her light blueish eyes widened as she saw the smile, as it wasn’t what she expected. She began to fiddle with her hands, looking down at the floor.
How could this man be so strikingly handsome and fearful in the same moment?
“What are you making?” Chase asked, pushing himself off the doorjamb and began to walk towards her in no hurry. She didn’t answer, keeping her eyes anywhere but on the man. He walked calmly, keeping his hands in his pockets as he strolled to her, peaking at what she had dug out to make.
Chicken, spaghetti noodles, rotel tomatoes and cheese sat on the counter, waiting to be put together. Chase was unsure of what she was making, as the ingredients didn’t ring any bells when put together in his head.
“Now, I know you can talk. You did last night,” Chase said, stepping towards her, his head tilted to the side just slightly. He knew he had promised to not touch her, to let her take the first steps, but he couldn’t help himself. Slowly, he raised his hand to her cheek, running the back of his hand over the slight blush that tinted across her pale face. Her skin was soft and warm. She was so much lighter than his sun kissed skin.
“But of course, you don’t have to,” he said with a sigh, stepping back and letting his hand drop back to his side. She was just too tempting. He’d love nothing more than to pull her into a hug and never let her go again. If only it was that easy.
“Although I would like to talk to you, it can wait.” Chase then went to the table, taking a seat in one of the chairs, and pulling out his phone so it wasn’t so obvious that he was watching her. He was drawn to her, but he also was drawn to her the first time he laid eyes on her. He’d always be drawn to her, no matter how much time passed.
~oOo~
Chase
Getting out the pans that she would need, along with the ingredients for chicken spaghetti, Summer began to hum quietly to herself. She had heard an annoying song a few weeks ago, and no matter how often she tried, it got stuck in her head. Plus, she was in a good mood. She was safe, had a nice warm bed to sleep in, and knew without a doubt that Chase wouldn’t hit or kick her. There was something about him that warned her to be careful, to not test his limits, but he wouldn’t hurt her. Summer didn’t think he physically could hurt her for some reason.
As she removed the boneless chicken from the boiling water, she felt eyes on her. Instantly, her humming stopped and she stiffened her once halfway relaxed shoulders. She didn’t know what to expect from him now that he was in the same room as her. She thought she would act like nothing had happened between them, but after setting the bowl of chicken she had removed from the hot water on the counter next to the stove and turned around to face him, all coherent thoughts left her.
Chase stood leaning against the doorjamb, looking nothing like the men Summer had been with before. Black hair brushed, although still crazy, bright green eyes, a day’s hair growth on his face, and in relaxed clothing. Almost like he hadn’t forced her to marry him. He looked . . . normal. He was just a man that could have easily looked over her without a second glance.
But Summer knew that he was a hard man, and could pull out a gun without a blink if need be. She had seen him do that just two days before. Or was it three? She shivered at the thought of seeing Nick’s body drop to the ground. Yes, she knew he could be a deadly man if crossed; that didn't stop her being drawn to him.
His stance was calm, waiting. He wasn’t going to force her to do anything she didn’t want to do. His smile was shy, but warm as he gazed at a frightened Summer. Her light blueish eyes widened as she saw the smile, as it wasn’t what she expected. She began to fiddle with her hands, looking down at the floor.
How could this man be so strikingly handsome and fearful in the same moment?
“What are you making?” Chase asked, pushing himself off the doorjamb and began to walk towards her in no hurry. She didn’t answer, keeping her eyes anywhere but on the man. He walked calmly, keeping his hands in his pockets as he strolled to her, peaking at what she had dug out to make.
Chicken, spaghetti noodles, rotel tomatoes and cheese sat on the counter, waiting to be put together. Chase was unsure of what she was making, as the ingredients didn’t ring any bells when put together in his head.
“Now, I know you can talk. You did last night,” Chase said, stepping towards her, his head tilted to the side just slightly. He knew he had promised to not touch her, to let her take the first steps, but he couldn’t help himself. Slowly, he raised his hand to her cheek, running the back of his hand over the slight blush that tinted across her pale face. Her skin was soft and warm. She was so much lighter than his sun kissed skin.
“But of course, you don’t have to,” he said with a sigh, stepping back and letting his hand drop back to his side. She was just too tempting. He’d love nothing more than to pull her into a hug and never let her go again. If only it was that easy.
“Although I would like to talk to you, it can wait.” Chase then went to the table, taking a seat in one of the chairs, and pulling out his phone so it wasn’t so obvious that he was watching her. He was drawn to her, but he also was drawn to her the first time he laid eyes on her. He’d always be drawn to her, no matter how much time passed.
~oOo~
Chase
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