The Dark City Chronicles ⁓ Book Three
The apocalypse looms ever closer! Steamy romance, heart-stopping action, seductive vampires, magic that defies nature, sprinkles of dark-humor, and, as always, the everlasting bonds of friendship.
Hannah's strug...
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"Someone has to go up there and drag him out," Kenneth said tiredly. "We need him. No one is talking about what—"
Axel pointed his burning cigarette at Kenneth, quieting him. "No. We aren't discussing it unless he brings it up." He dropped his hand and seemed to lose some tension when Crystal stroked his arm soothingly.
Kenneth scoffed, but probably heard the threat in Axel's tone because he didn't push.
Reid crossed the yard slowly, his body aching.
By the time he reached the pavers, Kenneth was arguing with Hannah again about the guy in the necklace, coiled on the garden table.
Hannah wanted the guy to help break Reid's curse.
He was grateful she was trying so hard to help him. She'd been staying up all hours of the night with Milton, poring over tomes, searching for answers.
Unfortunately, they hadn't found much. Nothing, actually.
Kenneth wanted to blow up the necklace.
At the mention of explosions, Wyatt's eyes lit up unsettlingly.
At the harsh tone Kenneth's voice took on, a sudden invasion of unwanted memories hit him. His father and mother fought. Sometimes physically, when it was particularly bad.
Last week, he awoke to Kenneth holding Hannah on the bed. Rage had filled Kenneth's eyes. Reid had blanked. When he blinked, he had been holding Kenneth on the ground.
He knew Kenneth would never hurt Hannah, not intentionally. But Reid hadn't been thinking logically.
Shoving the dismal thoughts aside, he headed to the staircase leading up to the deck. He'd been holding his piss for over an hour.
He forgot about his need to relieve his bladder when a pretty redhead came down the stairs, smiling.
Rowan nearly slipped on a step and, instead, fell into his arms, soft palms finding his aching face.
He saw Presley stick his head over the deck. And when the werewolf took in their embrace, it was a wonder he didn't pass out from how fiercely he rolled his eyes.
"I thought you were training?" Rowan whispered, her bottom lip sticking out in a cute pout.
Reid gripped her fingers and kissed her palm. "I was." He noticed they had an audience in the yard. The garden table had fallen awkwardly quiet. He felt his face heat up. "Should've started with learning how to dodge."
Rowan giggled, and Reid's lips rose into an affectionate smile.
How could he not kiss her?
She was adorable.
She tilted her face in offering. Her green eyes were mesmerizingly beautiful, and her long, dark lashes drew him closer.
But before their lips could meet, she backed off, her lightly freckled cheeks turning pink.
