Darksider: Reveler Series 3 by Erin Kellison

Author:Erin Kellison [Kellison, Erin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Fire Flower Publishing, LLC
Published: 2014-06-06T22:00:00+00:00

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Harlen availed himself of her mouthwash and then decided to put his shirt back on so she would feel better if she got nervous and reconsidered throwing caution to the wind.

He wanted to make absolutely sure that when she said yes to him, she’d had time to think, because after that, there’d be no backing out. No mistakes. She’d escaped him once. This time, if she dared say yes, he was keeping her. And if she railed at him later—probably would—he could say she’d made her own damn bed, now she had to lie in it. With him. Naked.

At least her eyes were brighter this morning, which was good to see, but the skin around the wound on her forehead had deepened to purple. Yesterday she’d answered her front door with a knife in hand. And today she wasn’t worried? Wasn’t still scared?

What had gotten into her? There’d been a shift—he didn’t know when—but it was definitely in his favor.

He tried to think back, but all the stuff he’d heard in Maisie’s dreamscape became a jumble in his head, and a familiar sense of pressure—of being strangled, of losing his grip—drew every muscle tight, as if to fight back.

It wasn’t hard to identify the source of the anxiety: the proxy drop. He was going to do it again. Just thinking about it made his hands shake. Worse were the black spots that would obscure his vision—but those would come later, after. He didn’t want to think about it now.

Sera first.

Slightly off-key humming floated in from the kitchen. He left her bedroom to join her and had the oddest sensation that maybe this was a dream world. Her world. She flashed him a smile while dropping a pinch of something in a bowl. She’d always been his dream.

By the time he approached the kitchen bar, she already had a skillet on a lit stove.

“You still have a stalker,” he said to pinch them both. “And if he is Chimera, then he’s even more dangerous.”

“Yeah, I got that last night.” She held up two containers of fruit. “Blueberries or strawberries?”

He pointed to the strawberries. “And you’re not concerned anymore?”

She shrugged, switched out berries for a bowl and began some expert whipping. “The problem is being handled by the best, I’ve got a hot bodyguard at my disposal 24-7 and unexpected time off work. What’s to worry about?”

He sat down on a stool and watched as she brushed the pan with butter and ladled in some batter, then did some expert swirly move to spread the batter around in a thin layer. She placed it back on the heat, then a few seconds later, gave it a quick tug to flip.

Finally, she placed a plate before him. “Bon appétit.”

He was hoping that this was just the starter. Did breakfast even come with starters? The food looked beautiful, a thin but fluffy rolled-up pancake dusted with powdered sugar with an artfully placed side of strawberry and crème. It smelled amazing, but he was going to need five times the amount.

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