Flux of Skin by Kris Austen Radcliffe

Author:Kris Austen Radcliffe [Radcliffe, Kris Austen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781939730480
Publisher: Six Talon Sign Fantasy & Futuristic Romance
Published: 2017-09-04T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Nine

“AnnaBelinda said…” His love clamped her mouth shut. “In the elevator. On the way down to the tunnel. She…”

Rysa crunched in on herself. She pulled her arms tighter and tighter, her hands and face becoming pale.

“What did she say?” His sister had said something terrible, and now Rysa pulled away from him.

She pushed by, rolling her injured hip so she didn’t hit it on the doorframe. Out into the front room of the bathroom, she didn’t stop. She kept walking.

“Rysa!” Ladon had no choice but to follow her out into the main area, next to the bed.

“I can’t wear this.” She twirled around, plucking at the t-shirt. “I can’t wear your blood.” Up and over her head, the shirt pulled and puckered around her face. Seams ripped. It dropped onto the braided rug under her feet.

She stood bare-chested in the shadows of the main room staring at her feet. Naked, exposed, she didn’t move, didn’t turn toward him. Didn’t look at or touch herself.

“What did she say?” He’d have words with Sister. Both his sister and her dragon were going to apologize for what they did.

Rysa yanked a new t-shirt out of the bag and pulled it over her head. It flopped over her shoulders and draped over her breasts, falling far enough to cover all but the bottom curve of her backside.

She’d put on his clothes. Accidently or not, his woman wore his clothes.

She sniffed at the shirt. “It smells like you. Like sunshine.” Then her hand dropped away and she stared at the door.

Most women didn’t understand what it meant when they put on a man’s clothes. When they accepted his scent.

Mine roared through Ladon’s mind, more concept than word. His mate. His life. His center. His wife. And Sister caused tears to roll down her cheeks? Caused her breath to hitch and hiccup in her chest?

“Tell me what she said to you.” His fists clenched. Family or not, his sister would understand what she did. He’d yell until they were both deaf if he needed to.

Rysa looked down at his hands, then back up to his face. He saw her sigh more than heard it, felt it in his bones more than perceived her breath leave her body. “I don’t know how to talk to you about any of this. Are there even words for the life you two lead? Ways of describing what flows between you and Dragon? What it means to be an immortal?”

She breathed out again, and her hands clenched around her elbows. “I’ve been trying, for myself. Trying to think of ways to describe how my seers feel. How they communicate with me. Or how it feels when they change from tentacles snatching at the world to a chorus camped out in the back of my brain.”

Her weight shifted between her feet the way it did just before she’d try to run away. “And my healer, it’s beyond foreign. Sometimes it barks. Sometimes it’s like an alien’s parking a flying saucer in my head.

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