How It Is by T. S. Joyce

Author:T. S. Joyce [Joyce, T. S.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Wicked Willow Press
Published: 2021-05-21T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

Something was different now.

Krome’s tattered wings didn’t hurt so badly. All that remained from the war were scars hidden under his feathers and a dull ache deep in his bones. No piercing pain, no being afraid he wouldn’t be able to control his wings if he moved them. No more desire to be put out of his misery.

Now…Krome leaned forward in the rocking chair that sat in the corner of his room and studied Cora’s pretty face. Her dark hair was fanned out across the pillow behind her, and her full lips were parted slightly. Her eyes were closed and her long, dark lashes rested on her cheeks. There were no worry lines or tension in her face as she slept soundly in his bed.

God, she was beautiful. With every second he spent with her, Cora’s beauty magnified. It was something that happened from the inside out. There wasn’t only surface beauty. Her heart was stunning. Her viewpoints, her patience, her caring personality. He’d been so used to the dark, and she was a fresh breeze of air in a life overwhelmed by smoke.

He'd spent every second with her yesterday. He should’ve been preparing for the Laken’s challenge, but instead, they’d talked for hours, and made dinner together, and he’d kissed her a dozen more times. He’d changed the bandages on her wrists, and they had walked down the long road of his property and back, talking easily. He loved every single thing he learned about her. Last night, she’d asked him to tuck her into bed, and that had done something to his chest he couldn’t explain. She was breaking him apart somehow, but it didn’t hurt. It just felt…different.

The dream of flying and then falling into Moore’s hands had woken him up again. He hated that dream more than any other.

Every part of him wanted to touch her right now. To feel her warmth, and fall back asleep to the cadence of her steady heartbeat. Krome was too restless though. He would wake her up if he got back under the covers, and she deserved sleep. She’d been through so much here.

Cora was this hidden treasure he’d never known had existed until he’d found her.

Where could he hide her?

Where could he hide Cora that she would be safe—truly safe—if Laken took the Murder today?

There were a couple of safe houses Bron could take her to, but Laken was aware of them. He would find her. The Crow Blooded were very good hunters.

Krome closed his eyes and imagined the landscape under him, the wind under his flight feathers, the cold currents of air asking him to change his body position this way or that. He imagined the world below him that he’d memorized from his years of flight. Old Mill Road, the farmstead to the right of it, the grove of trees and untouched land, the small farm with the five dairy cows grazing on the grass shoots sticking out of the thin layer of snow. The vision blacked out and a pair of eyes appeared.

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