Four-Letter Words [Haven 8] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) by Gabrielle Evans

Author:Gabrielle Evans
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance
Published: 2013-05-12T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

By the time the plane touched down in Nevada, Thane seriously hated life and everything about his own existence. His temples throbbed, sending shooting pains into his right eye. Even the dim light of the jet cabin aggravated his condition, and the rocky descent through the raging storm had his stomach tied in knots. Nausea bubbled in his gut, and bile rose in his esophagus while cold sweat coated his skin.

Lightning flashed and thunder boomed, splitting the sky to the torrential downpour that flooded the tarmac. The wind howled and screamed, whipping the rain sideways so that it pelted against the tiny windows of the plane like machine gun fire. With a wave of his hand, Thane used his magic to slide the plastic shade closed and rolled his head to the side with a pathetic groan.

“Hey,” Zasha murmured, pushing the sweat-dampened locks back from Thane’s forehead. “It’s getting worse, isn’t it?”

Thane grunted, unable to bear the pain of even a short nod. “I think I’m dying.”

“Good thing you’re not dramatic or anything,” Zasha teased. “Did you take something for the headache?”

“Yes, dear.” He’d downed the aspirin and bottle of water his mate had given him halfway through the flight, but all the medication had done was increase his nausea. It had been a long time since he’d experienced a migraine of this magnitude, and he didn’t have time to curl into the fetal position for the next three days. “Make it stop.” His neck cramped and the muscles in his shoulders knotted, causing him to whimper in agony. “I’m no good like this.”

“Okay, okay, easy, sweetheart.” Curling his fingers around the back of Thane’s neck, Zasha massaged the tight muscles as he pulled him closer. “A kiss will cure what ails you.”

This was not something Zasha could kiss and make better, but even sick, Thane wasn’t going to turn down a taste of those delectable lips. The brush of lips was brief, and the tangle of their tongues briefer, but the distinct coppery taste of blood lingered when Zasha pulled away. Within seconds, the pain vanished, his muscles relaxed, and the droplets of perspiration dried on his skin.

“Thank you,” he breathed reverently, grateful not only that Zasha’s blood had the ability to heal him, but that his mate had offered him the cure. “You are too good to me.”

“Hush. You’d do the same for me.”

This was true, but it didn’t make him any less thankful. After Thane’s revelation the night before—and the circular conversation that followed—he felt they’d both been trying much harder to be considerate of each other. Nothing had really been accomplished, and their talk had found them right back to where they’d started, but there was something different, something better. Thane couldn’t put a name to it, but he felt it.

“Torren is going to make us go out in this shit.” Sure enough, only seconds later, Torren announced that they’d be splitting into groups to trek out into the desert. “You don’t have to do this.

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