Children of the Fallen: In Cold Blood (BOOK #2)

Chapter 33: I Don't Do Well in The Dark

Morgan Sinclair

As much as I'm annoyed about my dress being ruined, I was thrilled to have that fight. I didn't even have to go looking for it, it just fell in my lap. I did go out drinking with Scarlett, Reid, and Bash except I left early to hunt alone for a little. I found only one, everywhere I went seemed too crowded tonight. I stopped by that hunter bar but it was closed, probably because I killed the majority of their patrons and left their bodies outside in the parking lot. I didn't know of any other hunter spots in NYC so I decided to head back at only 3:30am.

I don't want to risk getting pulled into any conversation if I run into any of the Fallen or other High Royals so I head towards a back entrance only to run into Grayson in a tank top and gray sweatpants with a quiver on his back shooting his bow and arrow. Arguably even worse than running into a Fallen or another High Royal.

I must be possessed or spelled because I don't run off, I continue going towards him. I near him having to tear my eyes away from the dick print in his sweatpants. He releases the arrow hitting the bullseye perfectly on the target he set fairly far away. "So you finish turning into a dog, fighting Chloe, Scarlett, and I," he turns his head to me, "then immediately practice archery instead of sleeping?" I ask first- yeah I have to be spelled.

He licks his lips and chuckles breathily. "I slept a bit, or rather I was unconscious slash dead? Heard my broken neck was courtesy of you."

"You destroyed my dress, consider us even."

"And you bit me?" He questions, his eyebrow lightly quirked.

"I was under the impression you were into that." I say now a few feet away from him, he laughs pushing his tongue against his teeth. "Why are you up?"

"Went out for a little afterwards, had some excess energy. Why are you back so early?"

"Had no energy." I outstretch my hand for the bow. His lips curve subtly as he hands me it.

He takes an arrow out of his quiver, giving me one. "How are you doing? Since last night?"

"I thought I said to never bring it up." I remark as I try to nock the arrow, fumbling a little with it.

"You said not to bring it up to anyone else." He corrects. "I'd like to talk about it with you though."

I suck my teeth as I focus on the arrow. "We're not doing that either."

"Okay then I'd like to have any conversation with you." I roll my eyes. "I'm sorry and-."

"You have to stop." I cut him off, turning away from the arrow to face him. "Enough with the constant apologizing it's annoying."

He says nothing so I take that as an 'I understand.' I look back at the bow and pull back the drawstring.

"Your jaw." He comes up behind me and takes my hand moving it up so it's right next to my jaw. He touches the base of my jaw with his thumb caressing it, "Bring your hand back here." He lets go still standing right behind me, close enough that I can feel his warmth. I shoot it and it hits the target. Not the bullseye but on the general target itself. "Good. Just need to work on your aim." He steps back.

"I can't believe you brought your bow." I reach over his back and take another arrow. I nock it messing it up so he'd put his hands on me again. He does.

"I needed something to calm me. Victoria doesn't own a pool." He says taking my hips and moving them a little so they're perpendicular to the target. His hand comes around me gently taking hold of the side of my face to turn it towards the target. Then he reaches around holding my arm as I pull back. "I'm sorry for clawing at your dress... One more apology." He jokes.