Howls & Harvest: A Cozy Monster Romance (Evershift Haven Book 2) by Aurelia Skye & Kit Tunstall

Author:Aurelia Skye & Kit Tunstall [Skye, Aurelia & Tunstall, Kit]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Amourisa Press
Published: 2024-10-30T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 6

THE SKY DARKENS RAPIDLY as thick clouds roll in like an angry tide. A crack of thunder shakes the air, and fat raindrops begin to pelt us. Ronan grabs my hand, his fur already darkening with moisture.

“My cabin’s just over there,” he shouts over the growing wind. “We can wait out the storm.”

We sprint across the increasingly muddy ground as rain lashes our faces. Lightning flashes, illuminating the path ahead in stark white. By the time we reach Ronan’s cabin, about a quarter-mile from the Luminous Lagoon, we’re both soaked to the bone.

He turns the doorknob, his claws clicking against the metal, and the door swings open. Clearly, locking doors isn’t a big concern here. I’m relieved when we tumble inside, dripping onto the wooden floor. The interior is dim, lit only by the gray light filtering through rain-streaked windows.

“Quite a storm,” I say, wringing water from my hair. “Is it always like this?”

Ronan shakes himself, sending droplets flying. “Not usually. This feels different. More intense than a natural storm, so I’m guessing Grizelda’s pregnancy sickness is making her magic glitch again.” He moves to the fireplace, arranging logs with practiced ease. “You should get out of those wet clothes. The bathroom’s through there, so feel free to have a warm shower. I’ll find you something dry to wear.”

I nod gratefully and squelch my way to the bathroom. It’s small but cozy, with a claw-foot tub and standing shower attachment and a mirror that seems to ripple like water when I look at it too long. I peel off my sodden clothes, hanging them over the towel rod before stepping into a hot shower. I keep it brief, knowing he’s waiting to warm up too.

I’m just turning off the water when there’s a soft knock at the door. “I’ve got some clothes for you,” he says. “I’ll leave them outside.”

“Thanks,” I say, wrapping myself in a fluffy towel. When I peek out, I find a neatly folded flannel shirt and a pair of sweatpants. The shirt smells like pine and something uniquely Ronan. I slip it on, the soft fabric enveloping me like a warm hug. I skip the sweatpants, which are laughably too big, even with a drawstring waist.

When I emerge from the bathroom, the cabin is transformed. A fire crackles merrily in the hearth, casting dancing shadows on the walls. Ronan has changed into dry clothes as well, but his fur is still slightly damp and tousled. I guess he decided not to wait for the shower.

“Feel better?” he asks, glancing up from where he’s arranging blankets on the couch.

I nod, padding over to join him. “Much. Thanks for the shirt.” I look down at the navy and kelly-green plaid shirt, running my fingers across the hem as it strikes me that he’s recently worn this. Wearing his shirt is almost like having his arms around me.

“It suits you,” he says with a small smile. “Hungry? I’ve got some vegetable barley soup warming on the stove.”

My stomach growls in response, and we both laugh.

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