[Book #2 in the Nystrom series.]
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[Dual pov]
I push the feeling away and ultimately concentrate my gaze on his upper body, which still bears the traces of my lipstick. "You did not remove them?" He smirks and closes the boo...
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AMAYA'S POV
Right above his v-line, I run the tip of the pen down the skin of his flesh. I examine the word that is scattered across his flesh as I remove the pen's tip.
In the same way that I have the Japanese word for darkness tattooed on my arm, I wrote 光, the word light on his skin. Simply because it suited both of us so I also included an orchid under the word light.
Rowan is already smiling and leaning his head against the headboard when I raise my eyes to meet his. "Is that the word light in Japanese?" He asks, and I nod before revealing the tattoo on my arm to him.
"They match." He grabs my hand as I chuckle and brings it to his lips, where he then presses his lips to my skin.
After putting the pen away, I stand up and stretch my limbs. After sitting up, getting out of bed, and pulling his shirt over his head, Rowan groans. While I listen to the hotel room door being opened, I take my phone off the nightstand to check for any messages from Jessica.
"What the hell?" I rub my eyes since I still need to get used to the sunlight and I hear Rowan's voice coming from the other side of the hotel room door.
I raise my head to observe him in action. "What is it?" I groan, confused.
I notice that his eyes are fixed on the hotel room's door from the outside and, at that moment, I rush out of bed—praying that he is talking about something else.
I imagined it, I am sure I did.
However, as I approach him, I find that my gaze is drawn to the door and the red writing. The same red writing that was there last night—the same writing that had me convinced I had envisioned it.
"Love won't be enough to save you?" He reads the words on the door and they reach my heart. He sees it, too.
"I saw it. I thought I had envisioned it. I did not?" I breathe, the words falling from my lips—and just as I start to smile because it proves I am not crazy, I realize I did not imagine it. Until I realize that it means that someone wrote them there.
"Rowan?" I call out his name as the room spins around me and my vision goes black—I cannot breathe. Rowan was standing next to me just a moment ago, but now as I look around, I do not see him.
I rub my face with my hand, certain that I am going insane. My hand is covered in blood when I take it away from my face. Blood, blood, blood fills every corner and crevice of the room as my eyes dart over everything around me.
