A Blood-Like Rain (All the Hounds of Hell #2)

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ful step in h

ry to stop m

her step, t

tant, so I walked cautio

th. She put a foot back, I stopped. She extended her arms to give me

ath caught in her throat, her body sway lightly towards mine. I took one step closer. One long step that go

ht tonight, but not bright enough to see

s like trying to hold water in your hands, constantly slipping away. I should use restrains but my body didn't want to listen to me. I low

further and presse

but it felt like, all these years, I had no idea what kissing could really

e my hold on her hand was to

st me and her arms went up over my body to give her fingers access to my hair. Her grip was

esses. Our lips never truly apart. Our brea

it took me a little while to

lae

I was about to be sick. I opened my sense to decipher what was happenin

ep

coming. So

dimension. Was someone doing this to me

senses further do d

arge figure close by. Too clo

r than me. He had dark clothes, dark hair. The faint dusk light gave me a glimpse o

raight at me with purpose and t

back in alarm

n, so I couldn't guess at his in

icked, raising one hand to tell him to ba

doing to me?

ead to one side

he air then get his atte

nd this gesture. I focused my eyes on him, opening my senses up, but my instincts said nothin

d than ever,

magic, any energies stirring when he did this. I didn

ned my focus some. And I got a smell. A new smell. It wasn't

lf from inhaling the

ay what I was smelling, only

robably couldn't see mine, but I know our gaze met. And there

ound, that most wolves valued mates more than anything. Some could go to great lengths to find their mates. That

rn. That it's like the world tilts, the axis changes, and now gravity find a new source. Never

g closer until I could finally see his face prop

he stopped moving. I could see he was worried. His expression was hard to read, it was guarded, but I

yes on him. Now I understood he was himself a poison far deadlier than anything I c

it back to him,

ch, never realizing the lethal poten

ind, and as he grew closer-his heat palpable through

mind, but never so muc

emanating from it, it should have been a warning. Something for me to be wary of. Not som

restraint and control. But not tonight, not anymore. And th

out of control, the te

th all my might to focus on it instead. Like someone drowning in rapids, trying to hold on to the

at of a sword. And next to it was another weapon, I didn't need

that knowle

d and I kne

ust there k

lower my right hand unt

to gain ba

me, I wanted to know what was going on. But I should have never done this. Not

lm of my hand. Every last scrap of free will, and I pushed. The gesture obviously weak,

this battle when I felt

r until he took a st

ut all the effort I could muster into closi

okay?"

w rumble. I could

to steady myself. I put one hand back behind me in warning

of fact assessment. The best thing I ever f

ree, he was strong. Four, he was dangerous. Five, there was a

this time, but before I could say anyth

he looked at it, worry line

d at me

it like it has cost him

, " I an

, his heartbe

e was pleading in his voice

te, " I

oked at his phone then at the wo

closer. I backed up, afraid to lose control a

to be said, and it hurt to think of all the possible repercussi

ve unti

in thanks and bolted in t