Eye of the Tempest: Book 4 in the Jane True Series by Nicole Peeler

Author:Nicole Peeler [Peeler, Nicole]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Fantasy, General
ISBN: 9780748126880
Google: n088gTacbwMC
Publisher: Hachette UK
Published: 2011-10-06T13:23:31+00:00

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Overwhelmed by sensations, I pulled away from Blondie, sitting up. I discovered I was straddling her, my shirt rucked up nearly to my neck from where I’d been pressing myself against her. She had her hands on my ass, and didn’t look too upset about the contact.

“I’m sorry,” I said, throwing my leg over her so that I was sitting on the ground instead of on top of her. “That was intense.”

“I’ve lived a long time,” was her only reply, her lips twitching in a little smirk as she sat up and then reached for her shirt and pulled it back on.

“Still, I shouldn’t have… Did we make out?”

“Well… sort of,” she said, winking at me. “But don’t worry, I won’t tell. Unless you want me to. And it was just because of the tats… People sometimes have strong reactions.”

“They’re…” I began, reaching out my fingers to stroke over a little bit of tattoo tracing out of Blondie’s sleeve. But I stopped myself. “Amazing,” I finished.

“And chicks dig ’em,” she quipped.

“No, seriously,” I insisted, trying to worm past her defenses. I’d been immersed in her, nearly literally, and I knew she wasn’t merely the lovable rogue she pretended to be. All thoughts of mistrusting Blondie fled. “They’re amazing. And you’re amazing. The life you’ve lived… and then to do what you did, with the tattoos. To include those particular memories. So clever.” I wasn’t quite up to full brain power, all my blood and attention having been spread out to other areas.

“You’re pretty incredible yourself,” she said, sitting forward and kissing me boldly on the lips. For a second, I responded, still wrapped up in her memories and the feel of her against me.

But then I drew back. Anyan was still inside that damned dog, hopefully. And now was not the time.

“I can’t,” I said. “I’m sorry.” I realized I meant it as I said it.

“Not feeling the ‘another woman’ thing?” she asked.

“Um, no. That’s definitely not it,” I admitted. “But there’s Anyan. And there’s…” I motioned toward the glyph in my best Vanna White impression.

“Mmm, yes. There is that. As for Anyan… maybe he likes to share.” With that, Blondie turned back to our mirrored mystery.

Sharing is caring! chimed my libido. I stored that thought away to ponder later. And by ponder, I meant fantasize. But for right now…

“ ’Kay, we still have to touch this thing,” Blondie said.

“Agreed,” I said, going along with her change of subject. “Who wants to do it?”

Blondie pursed her lips and scratched at her tattooed neck. For a second, I itched to touch those tats one more time…

Instead, I sighed. “I’ll do it.”

It made sense. She was stronger than me, and she was the only one who could beat Phaedra to become the champion. If anyone was expendable, it was me.

My fingers trembling, I reached toward the sigil. Blondie watched me, a small smile on her lips as if she’d won something.

“If it does turn me into a seal,” I warned her smug expression, “I’m coming after you.

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