Nightstorm (Nightwraith Book 3) by Gaja J. Kos

Author:Gaja J. Kos [J. Kos, Gaja]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Boris Kos
Published: 2018-02-19T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

I was running away. I was running away like some stupid bride from a stupid chick-flick movie. The bitter awareness that my actions would change nothing prickled at the back of my mind, but despite the cries of warning and outrage, the sensible part of me roared violently enough to send tremors through my flesh, and my feet just kept on moving. I needed alcohol, a whole lot of it, followed by a nice warm body to dispel Caz’s fragrance that still clung to me as if it had a rightful place on my skin.

It must have been fate, showing itself in the form of a stinking, rattling bus that cruised down the street and came to a stop just a short distance before me, because half an hour later I was prowling the bleak streets of Jesenice, a destination set firmly in my mind. I navigated the dusk-covered town by memory, hoping to the gods the old sinkhole still stood.

I’d only been to Velvet once, back when I was much, much younger and had a whole lot less taste. Actually, the only thing I had was a desire to party without having judgment thrown my way. Velvet had certainly delivered on that front.

Still, the club was far from the kind of place that merited a second visit, but right now, all I cared about was immersing myself in the lively pulse of supernatural lust that didn’t remind me of a certain dragon. The sooner the better.

With each passing second, my energy seemed adamant to fill my mind with images and sensations I wanted to burn down to ashes. The luscious curve of Caz’s lips. The feel of his silken, black curls. The way he tasted on my tongue… I was drowning in every sensual memory, in the promises of what we could have had if I’d only stayed. Not just sex and adventure, but friendship. Affection.

Shit, I didn’t know when I started to cry, but the tears were fierce, saturated with frustration and the sharp pain of longing—all of it so profound, I nearly choked on my sobs.

No, no, no, I wasn’t ready to give my life away.

But the voice inside me differed.

Not a life lost. But family gained.

I would have someone I could share every last detail with about the crooks I brought down. Someone to spar with me by day, then hold me close at night. Someone who understood the darkness, and channeled it into something worthwhile. Someone with a mission in life.

Someone like me.

The opulent perfume of sex drifted my way from around the corner, and I stopped in my tracks, unable to move on. I couldn’t help feeling that if I crossed this bridge, I’d never be able to return.

Caz had said that he was willing to wait for me, but I seriously doubted that particular offer covered throwing myself in the first stranger’s arms just after he’d confessed his love. I was all about the freedom of sex, but even to me, that was just vile.

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