Hunter:
Something was very wrong.
I could still feel his power pulsing into me, filling me up, latching onto mine until they both lit up like fireworks. We'd been drunk off of it. Off each other.
And now he was gone, absorbed into the air like a ghost.
Something inside of me wanted to deny this was happening—some part of me that was done with all the problems piling over my head and stacking up like spare pennies. I had enough to worry about; I shouldn't be worrying about this.
A pretty boy with a rare talent and a sharp tongue. And a bond I couldn't be sure had even had time to form fully.
It was so rare.
So unlikely.
And it couldn't be. It just fucking couldn't, because this wasn't something I needed to deal with. I couldn't afford to waste the time.
Except sometimes it felt like time was all I had. Too much of it.
Still, the buzz of nerves wracking my frame. Still, the clenching of my fingers into fists and the sting in my gums. The worry, in the back of my head. Something out of place. Changed.
I really hoped I was wrong. I had to find Sky.
This couldn't be happening. I don't even know his fucking last name.
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Shadows of Ourselves (2016 Original Edition)
ParanormalSky Davenport can tell when you're lying. He can feel it... Using his strange gift to keep himself and his alcoholic mother afloat, Sky has been counting down the days until he can escape the dreary city of Saint John and start his life for real. Wh...
