Soul Savers 05 - Wrath by Kristie Cook

Author:Kristie Cook [Cook, Kristie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Vampires, werewolves, Paranormal Romance, Magic, demons, angels, Fantasy Romance, mages, contemporary fantasy, warlocks, angels and demons, sorceress, soul savers, were-animals, sorcerers
Publisher: Ang'dora Productions, LLC
Published: 2013-08-14T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter 14

Foul mood didn’t begin to describe how I felt by the time we arrived back at the familiar house in Atlanta. I had to reign in all of my self-control to keep from punching something.

“Aikido?” Tristan asked as I stomped into the kitchen with him right behind me.

I glanced around the room—at the natural gas stove I had rarely ever cooked on but now missed so much, the granite-topped island, the décor that was still in the neutral beiges and browns Mom favored. She’d decorated it, after all, since I hadn’t cared much about what my home looked like at the time. And now here stood Tristan, the one piece that had been missing in those days. And even so, life remained incomplete. Probably always would be. Our lives would always be fu—

“It will help you relax,” Tristan said when I hadn’t replied.

I shrugged off my leather jacket and draped it over the back of a wooden chair at the kitchen table. “Yeah. Sounds good.”

He followed me out the rear door to the backyard. We walked around the pool reflecting the twilight sky and into the grass under the tall oak trees. And I went on the attack.

Tristan took every punch and kick I threw at him, but didn’t do much in the way of fighting back. I danced around him, and my gaze traveled over to the back fence, where two years ago I’d thought I’d seen him standing there watching me—where I had seen him but didn’t believe it—during my last days at this house. Emotions other than anger tried to break through and take over my heart. So I swung harder at Tristan as I reminded myself of why I hadn’t believed it was him at the time. Why he’d been gone so long. Who had held him captive. Who held our son now. Tristan deflected the punches easily. I threw all my force into a roundhouse kick, and he parried it.

“Fight back,” I growled at him, and knowing what I needed, he did. Everything I did became fiercer than the move before it as the fury swelled again, and I embraced it. I took the beating he gave me, and I delivered it right back to him.

“Stop,” he finally said as he grabbed me around the waist from behind, pinning my arms against my body. I squirmed against his hold.

“No.”

“This is supposed to be relaxing, and you’re not relaxing. If anything, you’re getting more worked up.”

“Good. That’s what I need.”

He held me tighter, his breaths lifting his chest against my shoulder blades. “Talk to me. Tell me what’s going on in that head of yours.”

I fell still. “What the hell do you think? I’m pissed at them for taking Dorian, but that’s okay. I need to be. I want to be.”

“It’s more than that. You’ve been harboring anger for weeks.” His cheek pressed against mine, his tangy-sweet scent wafting into my nose and mouth as his breath tickled my lips. “What else, ma lykita? What else is wrong?”

I huffed.

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