The Monster of Farewell (Blacklighters Book 1) by Catherine Black

Author:Catherine Black [Black, Catherine]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-04-25T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Mercury

For a split second, I forget where I am—I forget who I am—and when my eyes pop open at the sound of knocking, I wonder why someone rearranged all my furniture. The bed is facing away from the window, there's a small desk where my dresser used to be, and the bathroom is a good ten feet from where I left it.

Two blinks later, it all comes flooding back. The fight, the promotion, the shower, the...whatever the hell that was with Kessler last night...and the branding, which is to blame for the buzzing current of pain searing its way down my spine. Sometime through the night, I rolled onto my back, and I know the freshly burnt skin on my neck is going to pay the price for that mistake.

Heavy footsteps clomp across the floor, too strong to be muffled by carpet, and I sit up in bed, spying Kessler as he makes his way to the door. He's already dressed in jeans and a snug-fitting black t-shirt, his long hair tied into a knot at the back of his skull. Steam wafts over the lip of the white mug he's carrying, and I groggily realize he's made coffee. The smell of it assaults my frazzled senses as I stretch my arms upward, which is a bad fucking idea given the state of my body.

“Is she awake?” The whispered voice reaches me from outside in the hallway.

After wiping sleep from my lashes, I glance up to see Kessler watching me over his shoulder, his dark eyebrows pinched together. Our eyes meet for a millisecond before he looks away. “She is now.”

Before he's even done speaking, the girls are muscling their way inside, making a beeline straight for my bed. As if they've choreographed every move, both Layla and Harper launch onto either side of me and start jumping, jostling the ever-loving shit out of me as they squeal and carry on, much to the dismay of my pounding head.

“You did it!” Layla cries, wiggling her hips from side to side as she fist-bumps the air. “You're a fucking Blacklighter!”

“Hell to the motherfucking yes!” Harper cheers. Her blonde hair is pulled into two messy pig-tails and she's not wearing a single speck of makeup, but she's still beautiful—even with purple hickeys dotting her from jaw to cleavage and fingerprints bruising her upper arms. “Congratu-fucking-lations!”

Panting and giggling like a couple of crackheads, both women eventually fall to their knees on either side of me, still vibrating with uncontrollable energy as they scurry up to sit beside me on the bed. Both still wearing what little clothing they wore to sleep in. For Harper, that's a bright red silk number, and for Layla, a Hooters t-shirt and a pair of what I'm assuming are Eric's boxer shorts.

Knowing how this must look—three scantily clad, full-grown women spread out on a bed—my curious eyes seek out Kessler, thinking he'll be more than enthused with our current state. But when I find him, sitting hunched over in a chair cradling his coffee with both hands, he looks mildly concerned.

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