Kissing Death (The Star-Crossed Series Book 3) by Alexandria Lee

Author:Alexandria Lee [Lee, Alexandria]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Independent
Published: 2022-04-24T16:00:00+00:00

And it was coming tomorrow.

NINETEEN

KAT

There are some days you’ll always remember.

No matter how old you get, what diseases pick apart your mind in old age, some days of your life just stick with you. Sometimes those days are good. Sometimes those days are bad.

It’s always one or the other.

It’s rarely ever both.

My last morning didn’t start like most mornings at the brothel had, and not just because I was about to die and all. When sleep stirred from my head on that final day, and I went to roll over to find Blake’s empty spot—it wasn’t empty.

And I didn’t have to roll anywhere to find him.

My right arm was suctioned across his bare chest by the heat of our skin and just where I’d left it last night when I couldn’t keep my eyes open anymore. Blake slept beneath me, our legs tangled and the sheets at our feet. Blake ran hot. Like really really hot. We almost never slept with the sheets on or else I think we’d actually melt.

Laying on his chest and counting his even breaths, I wondered how long I could steal this time before I had to wake him up. I was like… 97% sure he was late for work. Being late for work here probably wasn’t like being late at other jobs.

A slap on the wrist there might translate to a bullet in a kneecap here.

It was selfish to keep him, and I was a self-admitted selfish asshole but not so selfish to get him shot. Again.

In my head, I was counting down from ten to the dreaded one before I’d wake him up.

Around eight, his heartbeat skipped a few pulses.

Around six, his breathing changed.

Around three, his hand twitched overtop of mine.

At one, he jerked himself awake with a startled gasp.

My stare flew up, finding him with eyes wide open and panicked. Clipped breathing wrestled inside his chest as I pressed my palm right over his slapping heart.

“Hey, you’re okay,” I soothed. “You’re okay.”

As soon as my voice touched him, the arm he had cradled around my waist tightened and his eyes collapsed shut. He clenched his jaw extra hard, tension pulsing at the backs of it and his nostrils flaring as he breathed through them.

In and out, each measured breath calmed his heart beat by beat.

I stroked my thumb across his sternum, watching him closely as he came down from the panic.

Gradually, his long eyelashes fluttered open, fixing his stare on the ceiling. His breathing had finally evened out, but I kept my chin resting on his pecs and my gaze on his face just in case that changed.

His Adam’s apple slid up and down as he swallowed, blinking up at the ceiling.

“I had a dream,” he said simply.

“Seems more like a nightmare.”

He paused, breathing deeply.

“It was.”

A tingling at the back of my brain told me I wouldn’t like the answer, but I asked anyway. “What was it about?”

“You and I were at a lake. One I remember from when I was a kid.

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