ACRO 02 - Unleashing the Storm by Sydney Croft

Author:Sydney Croft [Croft, Sydney]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Fiction, General, Erotica
ISBN: 9780440337515
Google: asywyYSwRZQC
Publisher: Random House Digital, Inc.
Published: 2008-02-26T07:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER Fifteen

SATURDAY AFTERNOON

Creed hadn’t left his house all day.

Once he’d called on Oz for Dev, he’d planned on staying at Dev’s house until Oz’s arrival. But Kat had other plans, had made it impossible for him to stay there—she screeched at such high decibels in his ears that he couldn’t stand the pain and Dev had ordered him out. But not before the ghost had cornered him, held him down and tried to finish what it had started last fall at Dev’s mansion.

Still, Creed had waited outside the house, slept in his car and made certain that Oz arrived at ACRO and gained access to Dev’s house in secret. Then he’d locked himself inside his own home, turned the lights down and lit a white candle, like his parents had taught him, and tried to decompress.

No, the ghost hadn’t followed him home, but no matter how many showers he took, he couldn’t wipe that snaking sensation off his skin. Kat had been unusually quiet as well. Respectful, even when his thoughts and dreams turned to Annika, but Kat wouldn’t answer any of his questions about the spirit currently at residence at Dev’s.

He’d just come out of a hot bath, had planned on putting himself to bed, where he knew he’d just toss and turn, when he heard the urgent knocking on his front door.

He rarely had visitors. His house was ten miles away from the main ACRO compound, up a winding hill so he had a full view of the valley below him. His closest neighbors were miles and miles away, his house was shrouded in full green foliage now that the last bits of snow had finally melted. But even though the day was sunny and warm outside, he’d still had to turn on the heat. And he’d lit a fire as well.

He’d checked his temperature in the hopes that he simply had the flu, but it remained normal.

The pounding was getting more persistent, as if someone was actually getting ready to knock down the door. Which was a lot like something Oz would do.

But when he finally answered the door, he found Annika there instead. And he had no doubt she would have kicked the door down.

She stared up at him, still on the threshold of the porch, as if stepping over that invisible line would be crossing into dangerous territory.

They hadn’t spoken or seen each other since he’d walked out of the bar Tuesday night, and she was still royally pissed. But she didn’t start right in on him, was actually restrained—it had to be because he didn’t look well. On glancing in the mirror, his normally golden skin had been pale and there were circles under his eyes.

“Are you all right?” she asked.

“I’m better now,” he said, and that was the truth. “Come on in.”

She hesitated, then put a foot, clad in spring sandals and showing off prettily painted toenails—his favorite color, Vixen, a cross between black and purple—onto the hardwood floor in his foyer.

He didn’t push it, turned and headed back into his living room.

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