Silver Kiss by Naomi Clark

Author:Naomi Clark [Clark, Naomi]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Fiction, Lesbians, Fantasy, Paranormal, Urban Life, Werewolves
ISBN: 9781920441128
Google: 9WtQcBOczYIC
Amazon: 1920441123
Publisher: Queered Fiction
Published: 2010-03-02T00:00:00+00:00

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My sense of foreboding grew as I entered Foxglove. Call it woman’s intuition. Call it animal instinct. I just knew something was wrong. So I wasn’t entirely surprised when I saw the police car outside our house. My heart constricted and my head pounded and I pushed myself into a run, my mind spinning with dozens of bloody scenarios as I reached the door.

And then I slowed, seeing the graffiti scrawled across the front door. Bright red paint, like fresh blood, gleaming in the early morning sunlight:Die dyke bitches.

Beneath the words was a modified anarchy symbol, Alpha Humans’ insignia.

“Shit. Oh shit. Fuck.” I fumbled with the door handle, found it locked—of course—and began hammering on the wood. “Shannon! Shannon!”

The door opened and I stumbled inside, barely registering the police officer who’d opened it. I flew into the kitchen. “Shannon! Where are you?”

“Ayla!” She leapt up from the kitchen table, rushing into my arms. “Oh God, where have you been? Are you okay? What happened?” She cupped my face in her trembling hands, staring at me with tear-filled eyes. “Don’t you dare ever scare me like that again! Where the hell were you?” Anger and relief warred on her face.

My throat was dry and I couldn’t speak. So I kissed her instead, hard and fast, before hugging her so tightly she yelped in pain.

“Ms Hammond, I take it?” a dry voice asked behind me.

I didn’t release Shannon, just swiveled round so I could see the officer over her shoulder. He was a middle-aged human, stern face, graying hair. “What’s going on?” I asked him.

“Perhaps if you put Ms Ryan down, we can discuss it,” he suggested.

I didn’t think I could let go of Shannon yet. Her body against mine was the best feeling I’d had in hours and her familiar sandalwood scent was the most comforting thing I could imagine. I buried my face in her sandy hair and inhaled deeply, closing my eyes. I could have died, I realized with a sick lurch. I could have drowned and never seen her again. Never held her again.

The realization hit me hard, a delayed reaction.

All the way back to the city, in Glenn’s apartment, I’d kept the thought at bay, concentrating just on getting back. Now I was home and safe, it was suddenly all I could think about. The feral could have killed me. I released Shannon and sat down at the kitchen table, heart in my throat.

“Ayla?” Shannon sat down next to me, lacing her fingers with mine. Her voice shook. “Are you okay?” she asked again.

I glanced at her, taking in her mussed hair and clothes. She was still in last night’s outfit and she hadn’t washed her makeup off. Mascara bled down her cheeks, giving her that panda look that, under other circumstances, I found adorable. “Have you been up all night?” I asked.

“Of course I bloody have,” she cried. “I was waiting for you! Where were you?”

I opened my mouth, then closed it again. I didn’t want to talk about the feral in front of a human copper.

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