Soulbound by Adams Tessa

Author:Adams, Tessa [Adams, Tessa]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Romance, Fantasy, Fiction
ISBN: 9781101612613
Publisher: Signet
Published: 2013-02-05T08:00:00+00:00

Fourteen

The slam of the door behind Declan echoes through my empty house and I let out a breath I wasn’t even aware that I’d been holding. I wipe the last remnants of tears off my cheeks and walk over to the fridge, open it up. I haven’t eaten since the half sandwich I’d had for lunch during Nate’s inquisition and hunger is beating at me, turning my legs shaky and my breathing uneven.

Yes, I tell myself as I pull out some lettuce and sliced turkey. It’s lack of food that’s making me shaky, not the fact that Declan just kissed me senseless. And I let him.

For a moment I want to lay my head down on the counter and just bawl. But I’m not a child anymore and I’ve never been much of a crier anyway, no matter that Declan brings it out in me. I can’t believe I let him kiss me, can’t believe I let myself be sucked in all over again. Hadn’t he hurt me enough eight years ago, when he’d left me in the middle of the forest after spending most of the night making me feel like I mattered? Like I was important to him?

Am I really willing to just forget all that?

To open myself up to that kind of pain and rejection all over again even with everything else going on in my life right now?

It’s not like I can ignore the fact that I’ve found two bodies in my entire life—both times under a strange compulsion and both times after I’d come into contact with Declan. I don’t count Amy because, while I was there soon after she was found, I wasn’t the one who stumbled across her. Thank God. But Declan knows about her anyway, even though the IPD kept it quiet and her death didn’t make any of the papers.

I don’t know why, but a picture of my bed back home flashes in my mind—covered in bunches and bunches of begonias. A warning from my brother to be careful, and yet that interpretation suddenly doesn’t feel right anymore. Declan? I wonder, as I assemble my sandwich. Or am I just being paranoid?

There’s no evidence that points to him being in Ipswitch at all, and yet I can’t shake the idea that he was there the entire time. Especially when I remember those terrible moments in the parlor when I felt such overwhelming pain or in the garden when I was certain I was being watched. At the time, I’d put it down to the ridiculous costume I was wearing, but now I’m not so sure.

Some people, most people, would probably say that a lot of this is just a case of horrible coincidence, but then, I’m not most people. I accepted many years ago that all things happen for a reason. I had to believe that or I would have gone bat-shit crazy trying to figure out a solution to my latency—maybe even as crazy as my mother and Salima.

The thought of them makes me cringe as I put the sandwich fixings back in the refrigerator.

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