Forging Blade (Charon MC Book 11) by Khloe Wren

Author:Khloe Wren [Wren, Khloe]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Khloe Wren
Published: 2020-02-23T08:00:00+00:00

Veronica

I took in the man lying beside me. Still sound asleep, his hand rested on my stomach under my camisole. I loved the feel of his hands on me. He was so much bigger than I was, rougher. I ran my gaze up his arm, over the healing burns. He’d always bear the scars from whatever had happened that led to him being burned. I really wanted to ask him about it. He knew all my dirty secrets now, but he’d given me very little. The only deeply personal thing he’d told me was that he’d been sold to the mob as a teen. While that in itself was huge, it was the smaller details I wanted. What had he survived? I wanted to know the things that had forged Blade into the man that lay next to me.

My mind ran over last night. I’d been lying in bed, unable to sleep because I’d been worried that I’d scared Blade off forever by telling him what I’d lived through when I’d received the text. I’d been so fucking scared to open that message, afraid it was him telling me he was done with me. But it hadn’t been him at all. It had come from his phone, but it had been Keys, Donna’s husband, texting to say he was bringing my drunk man to me.

In moments, I’d been wrapped in a robe and waiting by the front door. Chewing my nails, I’d pondered why such a controlled man like Blade had gotten drunk. We’d known each other for less than a month, but I’d never seen him drink to excess before, and doubted it was in his nature to get drunk regularly. He liked being in control way too much to voluntarily lose it. It was just one more thing I didn’t know about him. It seemed there were a whole lot of things I didn’t know.

Once he’d been dropped off and had made it inside, he’d asked me about my hair of all things. I’d been straightening my hair every morning since I’d left my uncle’s home. It was an easy way to make myself look different. My curls were tight and my hair was thick. It would just about be an afro if I cut it short. But straight, it was long and hung down close to my face, and I was a new person that easily.

I picked up a curl that had bounced back to life overnight and held it in front of my eyes. It had been seven years with no sign of him. Maybe I could let it go, leave my hair curly. Heaven knew it would give me more time in the mornings if I didn’t have to straighten the damn stuff every day.

A deep groan had me looking back to Blade. His face scrunched up and he took the hand from my stomach to rub his eyes as he groaned again and I smiled. It was human nature to tease someone with a hangover.

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