Shadow's Edge (Shadow Falls Series Book 1) by Lizzy Prince

Author:Lizzy Prince [Prince, Lizzy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-01-03T06:00:00+00:00

There’s a heat pressed to my side that wakes me up. I stretch my body a little, testing out how I feel, and am happily surprised when I don’t have a horrible hangover. Remi had forced Bridget and I to both drink about a gallon of water before we went to bed, so I only have the barest hint of a headache this morning. Considering the level of drunk I was the night before, I’m pretty surprised.

The heat is radiating all down my back and across my waist. Opening my eyes, I shift, turning toward the warmth and find Alarik asleep, tucked up against my body. Shifting all the way over so that I’m facing him, I study his sleeping face. He doesn’t look peaceful. He looks tired. There are shadows under his eyes that look like faint, purple bruises. His jaw is stubbled with a few day’s growth of beard, and it makes him look masculine and dangerous. It doesn’t mar the perfection of his face, it just changes it into a raw, unfathomably male one. His nose is straight and patrician, and I find myself running my finger down it and over one of the shadows under his eyes. Eyes that are now open and staring at me.

There’s no urgency there, just a languid, quiet perusal as he watches me look at him. I don’t stop my finger but let it trail down his jaw and over his chin before brushing it gently over his full bottom lip. What is it about this man that I find so compelling that draws me in like I’ve never felt before? I want to rip open old wounds and let him see me exposed. To spill every secret of my past, just so he can absolve me of any guilt. Because I know he would. He sees me for who I am, not for who I might have been forced to be in the past. I don’t know how he sees that part of me, but I feel it. I feel the way he understands me at a soul-deep level.

“You look tired,” I say softly, not wanting to disrupt the little bubble of intimacy we have in the morning light of my bedroom. “When did you get here?”

“Late this morning. Or early, I guess. A few hours ago.” He finally settles on his response and smiles at me, his hand starting to creep up my shirt to touch the bare skin of my back. The warmth of his palm pressed against me feels incredible, and all he’s doing is touching his skin to mine.

“How was your night?”

“We didn’t even get to braid each other’s hair,” I feign disappointment.

Alarik chuckles, and I feel its reverberations in my body since he’s pressed so tightly to me. His face is so close to mine that I can feel his breath ghosting against my mouth. I’m so grateful in that moment that I brushed and gargled with mouthwash like a madwoman before I went to bed because my mouth still has a little minty taste to it.

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