Night Angel (The Night Series) by Kessler Lisa

Author:Kessler, Lisa [Kessler, Lisa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Paranormal
Publisher: Lisa's Lair Productions
Published: 2014-03-16T00:00:00+00:00

Her words echoed through his mind. The simplicity of her statement slammed into him. Could it really be so simple? She didn’t understand the pain brewing inside of him, couldn’t understand. Half of his spirit used to soar through the clouds. How could he reconcile losing that part of himself?

He brought his right hand up, caressing her cheek. Her lashes lowered as she turned her head, her lips brushing his palm. When she met his eyes again, unworthiness swelled in his chest. He’d bared his scars, his wounds, and somehow this angel in front of him didn’t see him as weak. But she didn’t know that her cousin was dead—because of his inability to protect them.

She stared up at him, her voice filling his mind. I was with my mother and my brother that day. We were walking through Belfast, down Shankill Road.

Colin’s chest tightened. He remembered the Shankill Road bombing. She was lucky to be alive.

While we walked in front of Frizzell’s fish shop, the bomb exploded. All I remember was a sound so big it threw me across the street. Paramedics performed CPR on me for five minutes. They brought me back. I woke up terrified, in pain, and lost. They didn’t know where my mother was or my brother, and if they did… Her eyes welled with tears. I couldn’t hear them. I couldn’t hear anything, not even myself. I screamed until they sedated me.

Colin embraced her, kissing her hair. I wish it could have been different.

She nodded against his chest. My mom survived, but I lost my older brother that day, and my hearing never returned. I spent two years angry at God, at the whole world.

What changed?

She leaned back just far enough to meet his eyes, her lips so close that her breath warmed his skin. I finally realized that nothing would change what happened. I couldn’t travel through time and pull my mother down a different street. She paused, the corners of her mouth curving into a bittersweet smile. One day, I went back to the piano, and I played. Since I was a little girl, I dreamed of playing in large concert halls, with symphonies. The bombing stole that dream from me, but I could still play. The vibrations come through my feet, through my fingers. That day, sitting on the piano bench, I decided deafness didn’t define me. I am so much more than my ears.

His pulse quickened as he bridged the distance between them. Yes, you are.

His lips caressed hers, taking his time, relishing the softness of her mouth. She moaned aloud, and blood rushed to his groin. There was more he should tell her, about himself, about Benedict and Muriel, but everything paled the moment her hands moved up his back, exploring his bare skin. Her touch sent fire through his veins.

He’d been so entrenched in his own self-pity, lost since the demon attack, he’d forgotten the miracle of a woman’s touch, and Juliana was unlike any woman he’d ever known.

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