Kronos Rising: Kraken (vol.1): The battle for Earth's oceans has just begun. by Max Hawthorne

Author:Max Hawthorne
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Far From The Tree Press, LLC
Published: 2016-04-23T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER

16

When Garm Braddock pried open his eyes, the first thing he noticed were the spasms of pain radiating through both hands. He looked down and realized he’d latched onto the edges of his bathroom sink so tightly his knuckles were white. He released his grip, as well as the breath he’d been holding, and stared blankly into the empty basin. As his pulse and breathing returned to normal, he studied himself in the mirror, shaking his head at how pale he was. He wiped at the trickles of sweat running down his forehead with the back of one hand, then grabbed a washcloth and pressed it firmly to his face, breathing into the soft terry cloth as it conformed to his features.

As Garm pulled the towel away and studied his visage in the crinkled-up cotton, he got a momentary vision of the Shroud of Turin. He burst out laughing. It was ironic; Grayson did have an annoying habit of calling him a “godsend.” He scoffed as he scrubbed at the sheets of perspiration that coated his chest and stomach before tossing the dampened washcloth into a nearby basket.

Not hardly.

Resting one hand on the sink, Garm blew out a breath. He remembered the PTSD incidents that plagued his dad, back when he and Dirk were kids. It took years, but Jake’s issues eventually disappeared – a recovery he credited to the love he got from his family. In Garm’s case, and despite all the trauma he’d experienced, he’d never had a flashback in his life. That is, not until seeing Sam again after so many years, when a mountain of submerged memories surfaced and ran him over like a freight train.

He snorted irritably. That was one ride he could’ve done without.

He moved to the toilet, flipping the seat up with one foot, then cricked his neck to one side and reached for himself as he prepared to urinate.

“May I . . . . help you with that?”

“Holy fuck!” Garm bellowed. He whirled around and caught sight of Natalya Dragunova’s reflection in the vanity mirror. Her muscular frame was propped against the doorjamb, her arms folded across her chest as she looked him up and down. He wheeled on her. “What the hell is your problem, woman? Ever hear of knocking?”

“Relax, Wolfie,” she said with a grin. “I said hello but you deed not respond. You were staring een the mirror with these crazy eyes and sweating like a peeg. Are you okay?”

Garm cleared his throat, embarrassed that she’d seen him like that. Then he remembered he was naked and holding his dick in his hand. “Yeah, I’m fine.” He indicated the raised toilet lid. “Uh . . . do you mind?”

“Not at all,” Natalya said, her soles clicking on the ceramic tiles as she walked toward him. Before he knew what was happening, she’d come up behind him. Even through her spandex top, he could feel the heat from her cantaloupe-sized breasts pressing against his back. Next thing he knew, she was reaching around and feeling for his crotch.

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