Gathering Frost (Once Upon A Curse Book 1) by Davis Kaitlyn

Author:Davis, Kaitlyn [Davis, Kaitlyn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-02-17T08:00:00+00:00

The next time Asher knocks on my door, I spring to life. Every nerve in my body ignites, alert, waiting and anticipating what will come next. When the door creaks open, my gaze lands on his face and sparks explode in my chest. Tingles filter out to my fingers, slide into my stomach, a fluttering swarm of excitement.

"Hey," he says, leaning against the doorframe, smile wide and goofy. Though I can't see it, I know my cheeks are pulled into a similar expression. Instinctually.

"Hey."

My brain doesn't seem to be working, because I can't think of anything else to say. I'm too consumed by the shape of his lips, the curve of his hair as it swoops just slightly over his eyes, the way his muscles push gently against the fabric of his shirt.

Is this what emotions do? Take away control. Take away reason.

My body buzzes, alive, yet my mind lays just beyond reach. My lips prickle from my memories of the day before, filled with a need that takes my thoughts away.

I'm delirious. Drunk.

Like an addict, I want more.

Asher speaks but I don't register the words.

"Huh?" I look up, eyes finally finding his, pulled from my explorations. His pupils darken, eyes narrowing slyly. I know he's guessed my thoughts.

"I said, do you want to get out of here? I think we should go on a date."

"A date?" I cross my arms, eyebrow raised. "Where?"

Talking is helping. My speech is coming back. My attitude is too.

"It's a surprise."

"I thought I wasn't allowed to leave, being a prisoner and everything."

Asher just rolls his eyes. And he's right. This room doesn't feel like a cell, I don't feel like a hostage, not anymore. "Come on, you've got to trust me. You'll love this."

"Trust you?" I say, exaggerated, just to push his buttons.

Asher grabs my hand, sending a thrill down my spine, and pulls me toward him. I land against his chest. "Yeah, trust me," he whispers.

For a moment, I think he might kiss me, but then he steps away, bringing me into the hallway with him.

I go willingly. Because I do trust him, no matter how much that idea scares me. The queen seems far away and so do the promises I made her. They're lost in the wind, and I'm happy to watch them disappear.

Voices grow louder the farther we walk, reverberating down the hall. Laughter. Conversation. High pitched excitement that intrigues me.

When we turn a corner, I'm presented with a huge room filled to the brim with people. They sit on blankets, on pillows and cushions, all along the floor, filling every nook. At the far wall, a huge white screen is pulled taught, tied to hooks in the concrete.

"What?" I start to ask, but Asher does not stop, and we keep making our way through the crowd, carefully stepping around people, over their blankets, steering clear of any wayward fingers.

We don't stop until we reach the corner of the back wall, and then Asher produces a blanket of his own, spreading it across the floor and sitting.

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