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Thirteen Black Cats: Chapter 2 by Louise Lyons
I opened my eyes and squinted at a bright white ceiling. Nothing that clean could be a hotel room. I shifted my gaze to the left, where a bag of fluid dangled from a pole, a tube snaking down to the inside of my elbow. Fuck.
Slowly, I glanced the other way, seeking the source of the voice. I opened my mouth, but no sound came out.
“Cat got your tongue?” The words were teasing, but his brows furrowed with concern above melting chocolate eyes.
I licked my lips and tried again. “Billy.”
“How do you feel?”
Mine: Chapter One by Cia Nordwell
“How is he?” I asked softly. Kraig was nestled in my bed, the covers pulled up to his chest and one hand covering his newly shorn hair.
“Sick, in both his body and his mind. We bathed him clean but we had to shave his head.”
I tilted my head. “Kraig always kept his hair short.”
“But a bonded werekin doesn’t,” his mother said softly. She leaned over the bed and tugged the covers up to his shoulders, smoothing down the fabric. Even in his sleep Kraig flinched away with a whimper, burying his face in my pillows.
Buy One Get Two and Three: Chapter 16 By Carol Pedroso
A genius? His boy—temporary boy—was a fucking genius! What was he meant to do with that information? An eidetic memory? He’d had to look up what that even was. If the site he found was correct then Daniel would remember almost anything he saw or read—or was that photographic memory? Carlos shrugged to himself, the site said the names could be interchangeable or not depending on which expert you asked.
Moving to the bar he started checking the stock levels. A flash of white caught his eye and made him frown.
What Did she know? by Elyzabeth M. VaLey
Rein took a swig from his beer. What the hell was he doing here? He should be home, in bed. He snorted. Yeah, like he could sleep. When was the last time he’d slept a full 8 hours? Better yet, when was the last time he’d slept anything more than 4 hours? He could close his eyes and ignore the memories for a while, but eventually they returned. He sighed and took another gulp. Empty. He raised his head and caught the waiters eye. He motioned for another.
Drinking helped. It helped him get home and pass out. Who was he kidding?
Outside the chamber I pause and reconsider. Why have I allowed myself to be pushed out? Why have I left my prince to face such hostility alone? A glance at the guard satisfies me that I not be permitted re–entry, so what shall I do?
“Where the hell is he?”
I start having not heard Jandra’s approach. I must take care. It would not do to become too distracted to see danger approach. I must not become complacent. I am alone in the hands of the enemy. Though one is my beloved and my bonded I cannot forget that many years of hatred and fear make this place far from safe for me.
Moving Forward #35 (8.3) by Julie Lynn Hayes
They had the perfect view of the island of St. Thomas from the top of the excursion boat as it made its leisurely way about the Charlotte Amalie harbor. A young man with a carefully polished accent pointed out the sights as they came into view. His voice was audible throughout the boat thanks to the loudspeaker he used, and never clashed with the band, which continued to play in the background.
“If you have a wife you need to get rid of,” he commented in reference to a distant ruin on the top of a hill overlooking the harbor, “perhaps you should take her here, to Bluebeard’s Castle.” The guide’s words provoked laughter from the passengers. “The resort has all the amenities you could wish for, and it’s close to all the shopping you could desire. But ladies, watch out for any locked doors. You might not want to know what’s behind them.” More laughter.
Stormlords: Part 30 by Ravon Silvius
As much as he wanted to go to Rowen, the first place Kristoff stopped was the governor’s office.
“Kristoff?” Lissa jolted her head up from sheaves of paper on her desk, pencil in hand. “I didn’t expect you. Were you out working?”
“No, well, I wasn’t clearing a heat spell…I need to see the governor,” Kristoff said. Lissa paused at his tone, meeting Kristoff’s eyes for a moment before she headed to Lorana’s office. She beckoned when she returned. “She’ll see you now. Is there something wrong?”