Beginnings (Beginning's End Series, #1) by W.J. May

Author:W.J. May
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fae, fantasy witches, fantasy new adult, paranormal shifter romance, shifter romance, coming of age, vampires, vampires and witches, shifters, shifter, dark fantasy, superhero fantasy ebooks, witches, superhero, paranormal fantasy, paranormal romance, New Adult & College Romance Paranormal, Fairy, new adult, new adult and college, New Adult & College Romance, w.j. may, chronicles of kerrigan, supernatural, romance, mystery, superpowers, paranormal, boarding school, series, magic, fairytale, fairy tale, sequel series, sequel, Arthurian
Publisher: Wanita May
Published: 2022-01-31T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

Kiera didn’t end up fixing Jesse’s shoulder that day.

After a few more failed attempts he reached his pain threshold, and she had no breath left to apologize. Instead, they continued on their endless journey, winding along the forest trails, talking in quiet voices as the sun rose in the sky above them and sank slowly beneath the trees.

For a girl who’d grown up without friends or family, it was a completely new sensation. And considering her life in the tavern was spent in forced conversation, she’d never had anything like it.

Jesse was...fun.

It wasn’t the first thing you’d notice about him. The man had crafted a very different persona, one that didn’t exactly encourage people to get closer and discover the rest. But it didn’t take long for those deflections to fade, for those monosyllabic dismissals to stretch into longer answers, and for that brisk stride of his to slow and allow her to walk alongside.

There was a playfulness about him that defied expectation, one that stood like a defiant flag in the midst of all the childhood tragedy that might have made him stern and grim.

He whistled without realizing it. He threw a pinecone at her head, then blamed whatever rodent happened to be nearby. When she cut her hand trying to extract a handful of nuts from a bristly sapling, he ripped a piece of his shirt to bandage it then attacked the tree in question with such theatric ferocity that she doubled over laughing and was completely unable to catch her breath.

She would share a memory from her childhood, he would share one of his. She would announce that she’d spotted a brilliant short-cut, and he’d follow her indulgently to the bottom of whatever gully or ravine she’d trapped them in—laughing uproariously as he got them back out.

It was an interesting dynamic. One where neither one of them exactly pulled their punches, one that was ever-challenging and ever-changing...carrying them into something new.

“We should probably make camp here for the night,” he finally suggested once the sun had fallen beneath the lowest branches of the trees. He cast a glance around the forest before flashing her a quick grin. “Unless you’ve got anymore brilliant ideas up your sleeve...”

She deliberately ignored this, dropping the pack in the middle of the clearing and wrapping her arms immediately around her chest. “It’s freezing tonight.”

He nodded vaguely, squinting up at the sky. “Been like this for a while now. It’s the coldest spring I can remember.”

...not the best time to have lost one’s clothes.

The shoe situation had become an almost comedic problem. Twice a day he would force them to stop and build a fire, warming some feeling back into her numbed feet. At one point, he took off his own massive boots and insisted she try them on. The ensuing catastrophe had been one that neither could have predicted, and both had vowed to keep secret until the grave.

“That’s all right,” she said brightly, forcing a little bit of cheer. “We’ll be at the stronghold tomorrow.

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