Fearing The Fall (Shifting Seasons Book 2) by Sammie Joyce

Author:Sammie Joyce [Joyce, Sammie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Paranormal & Contemporary Romance, Women's Fiction, Forever Love, Adult Themes, The Shifters Mate, Supernatural Fantasy, Protection & Safety, Life-Changes, Second Chance Reunion, Multicultural & Interspecies Relationships, Romantic Schemes, Dangerous & Deadly, Romantic Suspense, Mystery & Intrigue, Mythical Creatures, Action & Adventure, Violence & Crime Story, SciFi Fantasy Romance, Hearts Desire, Futuristic, Shifting Seasons
Publisher: Sammie Joyce
Published: 2019-10-04T04:00:00+00:00

I stared at the message for a long time, a fusion of emotions coasting through me as I considered a reply.

It was amazing how much things could change in such a short time. Only a few days ago, I’d likened Kea to a kindred spirit, someone who understood me and what I was going through. Now, after meeting Davis, I didn’t want to tell her anything, even though it made me feel guilty.

When we’re young, our parents teach us to follow our instincts.

“If it feels wrong, Lowell, don’t do it. It doesn’t matter what everyone else is doing,” Dad used to say. “Always trust your gut.”

What they don’t tell you is that sometimes your gut is conflicted. I didn’t think that Kea was trying to do me or Davis any harm but I had made a promise to him that I would keep my mouth shut. I’d already said too much and I didn’t want to open him or his kind up to anymore scrutiny. That said, Kea knew a shifter too—or so she claimed. If there was anyone who might be able to help me get back in Davis’ good graces, it was her.

“Are you going to join the class, Ms. Carey or is staring into the void of your knapsack more intriguing?” Mr. Giles quipped from the front of the room. Embarrassed, my head shot up and I dropped my bag back onto the floor, dismissing the message for the moment.

“Sorry,” I breathed as the class tittered. But I found it impossible to concentrate on the class that day for the first time, my mind laboring over how I would respond to Kea’s text.

When the class finally let out, I hurried out the back exit of the school to duck under the bleachers and whip out my cell. I’d figured out what I was going to say to her.

Yet when my fingers began to type, the rehearsed response flew out of my mind and I sent something else entirely.

No word. Sorry.

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