Twenty-Four
Almost
Kiren stopped just outside the door, landing against the wall and pulling his hands through his hair. He covered his mouth and closed his eyes. A little worse—had her fall been only a little worse...
He bit his knuckle, channeling the need to break something into his own flesh.
Movement pulled his attention up, to the boy hovering in the shadows. The young man twisted a hat in his grasp, eyes wide.
Kiren straightened, shoulders back. He swallowed, seeking the calm that had been his constant for so long, the calm she shattered by merely existing. He lifted a hand, patted the boy's shoulder and escaped to the night.
Escaped to sort theconflicting needs pulsing through him.
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Moonless
ParanormalAlexia's nightmares become reality: a dead baron, red-eyed wraiths, and forbidden love with a man hunted by these creatures. After an attack close to home, Alexia realizes she cannot keep one foot in her old life and one in this new world. To protec...