Tate's Torment (Avanti Chronicles Book 2) by Walker Hannah

Author:Walker, Hannah [Walker, Hannah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-12-08T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty Two

It was later that night when Corin broke the news to them about their blood. The only ones in the room were Corin, Taynor, Dariux, and himself. Tate was glad for it, yet at the same time, he could have done with the comfort of his friends.

“Does this mean it wasn’t my choice to be with Dariux?” Tate asked, although he wasn’t sure he wanted to know the answer.

Dariux drew in a deep breath. Is there a reason he isn’t calling me Ree? Does this mean he doesn’t want us to stay together? Stars, he hated to feel so worried about everything. Normally he was so confident, but Tate had the ability to turn his world on its head.

“Tate,” Corin spoke softly, “Think about the way you felt when you first saw him.”

Tate thought back. He had been walking down a corridor, he couldn’t remember what he had been doing or why, but he had literally bumped into this hulk of a man. He had hazel eyes, which seemed to glitter in a myriad of colors. Tate had never seen eyes so expressive. Dariux had high prominent cheekbones and a chiseled jaw. He had firm, plump lips, which were rosy. He was muscular and had a tattoo running up the length of one arm. He was tall, a couple of inches taller than himself and, while muscled, he wasn’t overtly so. Say, six feet, four inches. He had noticed Dariux had soft brown hair, which was naturally wavy and framed his face.

Tate remembered he had been drawn to Dariux immediately. He was fascinated by the tattoo of a refrinti on Dariux’s arm— crouched and ready to pounce, its jaws wide in mid-roar. Almost immediately, he had been bombarded by images of tracing the curves of the tattoo with his tongue. The man had smelled divine and the assault on Tate’s senses had him in overdrive. He was hard almost instantly. He groaned to himself remembering what a bumbling idiot he had been. He had stammered out an apology for almost knocking the guy over, then had promptly embarrassed himself even further. He blushed at the memories. His exact words had been, “Fuck me, you’re gorgeous.”

Dariux had lifted a brow at him and said, “You must be Tate.”

Tate had nodded, he had been so enamored, and yet Dariux hadn’t seemed to be affected by him. He remembered feeling deeply upset about it and confused at the same time.

Bringing himself back into the present, his gaze found Dariux’s and he let all the hurt he felt shine through. “You weren’t affected by me. You were… I was… I was a bumbling fool, and you didn’t seem to find me interesting at all.” Tate’s brow wrinkled and he curled into himself, not wanting to look at anyone— he simply wanted to nurse his hurt pride. He felt, more than saw, Dariux kneel in front of him.

Dariux cupped Tate’s face with his hand, his thumb brushing tenderly back and forth. “Do you

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