Shadowfall Shorts: A Dark Legacy 1.5 by Ann L & Brown L. Gene

Author:Ann, L & Brown, L. Gene [Ann, L]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Tags: paranormal romance, vampires, vampire romance, urban fantasy
Publisher: Crow Fiction
Published: 2018-02-23T05:00:00+00:00

Interlude

SOAKED TO THE SKIN, HER WHITE T-SHIRT plastered against her slim frame and her thick dark hair hanging heavy down her back Magdalena strolled along in the rain, barefoot, boots in one hand. She was completely oblivious to the looks she received as she happily splashed along, kicking through puddles and laughing gleefully as people jumped out of her way.

There was something so refreshing about the rain, she felt, it had washed away her maudlin mood of earlier and she had to resist the urge to sing as she danced happily along the pavement.

So intent was she on the way the water felt against her feet, she failed to notice the tall well-built man who'd stepped in the centre of the pavement and was watching as she gambolled toward him.

With the exception of the little let-down earlier, so far everything had gone pretty much to plan. The courier had sent his package which showed up at the local watering hole - The Needle Eye - on schedule. A full five minutes ahead of schedule, in fact. All that was left to do now was feed and peruse the package. He would recon the city tomorrow. When the weather was better, hopefully.

Rain. If there was one thing he hate more than rain it was lots of rain. And the Pacific Northwest seemed to have more than their share of it. It started to drizzle the moment he crossed the Oregon-Washington state line. An hour later it was coming down it buckets and sheets and didn’t let up once. Now, at least, it had eased into a moderate splatter. But for him, even that was too damn much.

Hawk was just nearing his home-on-wheels (and dammit...he’d left the lights on again) when an approaching figure caught his eye. A girl, dark hair plastered against her head, soaked white t-shirt giving anyone who cared to look a clear display of the delectable goods beneath, blue jeans frayed and relatively open over both knees, carrying a pair of Doc Martins in one hand as she danced along the rain-soaked pavement and kicked up showers of gritty water like a child experiencing it for the very first time.

“I’ll be damned,” he smiled to himself as she drew nearer. Recognition was instantaneous. “Dally? Is that you?”

Her head came up sharply at the nickname and her eyes widened. Coming to a halt a few feet away, she studied him silently. Be casual, she thought, just say hi. She opened her mouth to speak...

"I miss you..." Oh god! Her hand flew up to her mouth and she stared at him with wide eyes. "I mean... I meant to say... oh hell! I got nothing!"

Same old Magdalena, Hawk laughed inwardly. Whatever was on the top of her mind was always the first thing out of her mouth. “What are you... how long you been...” He started and stopped, breaking into laughter again.

“Come on. We can get into that later,” he held out a hand, waving with the other toward the motorhome.

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