Fire In The Darkness by Stacey Marie Brown

Author:Stacey Marie Brown
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Twisted Fairy Publishing
Published: 2013-08-30T23:00:00+00:00

EIGHTEEN

Marguerite made me a deli-style sandwich bigger than my head. I knew I was already in love with the woman’s cooking on my first bite. Whatever she did that made it taste so good, I didn’t want to know.

She was the type of woman who was stern, but full of love and affection. Rez was also easier to be around than I thought. She helped order clothes and personal stuff and even made sure it would be delivered overnight so I wouldn’t have to wait. Exhausted and with my tummy full, my lids drooped with heaviness.

“Go take a nap.” Rez looked at me with concern written all over her face. I nodded and found my way back upstairs. When I entered my room, the bed was made. I couldn’t help but look around to see if there was a twelve-inch woman hiding under my bed.

Sleep came easily enough, but staying asleep was a different story. I woke myself up screaming. I couldn't escape the image of Ian’s cold, white face, blood spilling from his neck as his eyes, now black, looked emptily into mine. “Help me.” His lifeless hand reached out for mine. His hand then transformed into Kennedy’s as her fingers slipped out of my grasp. I woke up sobbing till I was so exhausted I slipped back into another restless sleep. Then the cycle repeated. I woke up screaming over and over.

When I roused once more calling out Kennedy’s name, I decided I could no longer lie there caught in that repetitive hell. Carting myself out of bed, I slipped into the hallway. The corridor was dark, but light and voices flittered up from downstairs. Slinking down the steps, keeping close to the wall, I tried to overhear what was being said.

“Do we have a spy in our midst?” A sultry voice spoke behind me making me jump “Let me know if you learn Marguerite’s secret chicken molé recipe. Now there's something I’d kill for.”

I gripped my chest, twirled around and almost forgot how to breathe. A Spanish god stood on the step above me, smiling down. His smoldering, dark eyes and shoulder-length, silky, brown hair seemed to glint in the dim light. He was built like a gladiator and was probably a walking fantasy of every woman, and many men, on the planet. My mouth kept falling open, no words forming on my lips.

A smile broke over his face. “You must be Ember.”

I continued to stand there and gawk.

“I’m Nic by the way.” He reached out for my hand. When my brain finally caught up with his words, I put my hand in his. He kept his eyes on me as he leaned over and kissed my hand.

Did I just step into some romance novel?

Now that I understood a lot of Otherworlders’ physical appearances were based on what they needed from humans, looking at Nic, my brain instantly went to sex. I thought Eli was sexual, but this guy took the cake. Eli had many layers while Nic seemed to have only one—sex.

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