Bridge: Bridge & Sword: Apocalypse (Bridge & Sword Series Book 7) by JC Andrijeski

Author:JC Andrijeski [Andrijeski, JC]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: White Sun Press
Published: 2017-11-15T22:00:00+00:00

32

WIFE

REVIK SLUMPED INTO the couch, rubbing his eyes with a hand as he swept the packet of hiri off the coffee table. He hadn’t smoked hiri very often the last time he’d been in New York.

He’d found himself craving them incessantly for the past few months in San Francisco, however.

He didn’t know if the fact that Allie didn’t smoke curbed his own cravings before now, but truthfully, he’d barely thought of hiri as more than an occasional distraction for the past few years––since even as far back as their time together at that cabin in the Himalayas. He couldn’t remember smoking much when he’d been working with the Rebels, either, not even when he and Allie had been kept apart by that fact.

The only exception had been the Tank.

When Allie had been deprogramming him in the Tank, he’d wanted to smoke, but rarely when Allie herself had been there, with him.

Now, he couldn’t sleep from craving the fucking things.

He cupped his hand around the silver lighter, letting the flame lick the edges of the dark-colored leaf wrapper as he inhaled. Once he had it lit, he dropped the lighter back on the table and leaned back into the leather couch, resting his head on the cushion as he exhaled smoke up towards the ceiling.

Allie was asleep.

She’d been the one to want to come up here.

Once they’d gotten here, once they were alone, she’d been as direct with him as she had been that day in San Francisco. More direct, maybe.

He hadn’t been any more difficult to seduce this time, either.

His throat closed, right before he took another drag off the hiri.

Wreg pinged him a few seconds before, so at least he had an excuse to be awake.

He could use the distraction. He would take any excuse to think about something other than the sex he’d just had, the confusing mess it had been for him and possibly for her, too.

He grimaced at the thought, rubbing his forehead with the hand holding the hiri.

He didn’t know if he could take thinking about her end of things, in addition to his own. He couldn’t really make himself focus on whether he might be confusing her, given her current mental state––especially since he didn’t seem to be able to be intimate with her physically without having some kind of emotional breakdown in the process.

Taking another drag of the hiri, he exhaled even as he tried to push the thoughts out.

The pain was getting worse, too. Not better, worse.

Revik knew that might continue to happen.

Hell, he still didn’t know if he could survive like this, ultimately, with only half of his wife here with him. It might just kill him slower. Or it might leave him in a constant state of deprivation that was worse.

He had to think about the child.

He knew, even before Tarsi said it aloud, that the child was the only thing that mattered now. Cass didn’t matter, not at base. Terian and Shadow mattered only to the extent Cass did,

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