Crave (Forbidden Series Book #1) by Dani René

Author:Dani René [René, Dani]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780620751216
Publisher: Dani René
Published: 2017-04-06T18:30:00+00:00

Walking into my two-bedroom apartment, I glance around and realize I’m alone tonight. Sighing, I stalk to the kitchen and pour a drink. The double whiskey sparkles at me in the dim light. After meeting Theia, I couldn’t come straight home. Instead, I headed to the bar on the corner to drown my memories. The images of Sam that haunt me. But nothing can take them away. No amount of alcohol, not even work can take my mind off him. Every time a song plays, or I come across a familiar scent, I’m bombarded with recollections I’d much rather forget.

I swallow a gulp of the alcohol, and it burns its way down. I savor the pain. My phone rings at that moment. Thinking it’s Theia, I slide my finger over the screen without looking. “Hello?”

Silence meets me on the other end and I wait, thinking it’s a missed connection. When a beat passes, I hear it. The soft, melodic sound of his breathing. I know it’s him. There isn’t anyone else who can make the hairs on my arm prickle like he does.

“Sam?” As soon as I utter his name the line goes dead. I pull the phone from my ear and notice the call has been disconnected. It had to be him. I’m sure of it. But I’ve had a few drinks, maybe I’m drunk. Maybe my mind is playing tricks on me because I want with everything I am for it to be him. For it to be Samael Wolfe on the other end.

Perhaps I’m imagining a life where he loved me too.

But I know it can never be. I just wasn’t what he wanted, who he needed. Perhaps one of those many women he fucked while he wasn’t with me is beside him in bed right now. The thought has me draining the glass and pouring another steep shot.

As much as I’d like to be with Theia and Dax, or even Sky and Dakota, I know it’s best that I stay home. Thankfully, Axe isn’t home. I’d rather be alone. To wallow in my self-pity without anyone telling me I’ll be okay. Because, to be honest, I don’t think I’ll ever be okay. My heart is shattered, splintered into the tiniest fragments of us. Of who we were.

I reach for the remote and turn on our song.

“Dance with The Devil” by Breaking Benjamin.

He was my devil, and as many times as I was denied telling him how I really felt, even on our last night together—the night he danced with me—I couldn’t tell him. Not because he stopped me, but because I didn’t know it was our goodbye.

I had my own dark angel and he was everything I’ve ever wanted and will ever want. The memories have me refilling my glass just as quickly as I drain it of the golden liquid which allows me temporary solace. I glance at the folder that holds information about my parents, but tonight, that’s the last thing I want to know about.

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