Page 15 of Rainstorm

Roselynn Banks.

After a restless night, there followed a long, interminable day. Burning energy chasing waves, relieved to feel that ache in every muscle. With every drop of water around me my mind focusing.

Finally it was time to go get my prize.

Yeah. The time had come.

To be with her.

To know her.

To possess her.

I was pretty sure she had cast some kind of spell on me.

I’d never felt that way before and I was so determined to have Roselynn, so busy chasing after her, that I never stopped to think about the magnitude of the impact she would have on my life.

I’d already made plans for my weekend, but I cancelled them. All I wanted was to spend every possible minute with her, to unveil the secrets hidden behind those golden eyes, and listen to every word she had to say.

Yes, I’d become the chaser, the pursuer.

And she’d become my target, the object of my desire.

Calling me.

Enticing me.

Chased by Holland.

I wanted to put my stamp on her forehead, brand her with my mark. I wanted her to be mine and at the same time I wanted to kneel at her feet to adore and worship her. War is an art, victory is a goal to be aimed at, and as an engineer, I believed in building solid plans. Magic gives you the purpose, but only hard work makes the result tangible.

Dreams are meant to be accomplished.

Line by line.

Building up.

Stone by stone.

Carefully.

Yes, starting right here, right now.

No more prevaricating.

After all the hours of waiting, it was finally time for our dinner date, so I got my shit together and hauled myself out of my truck. The chilly air of the California winter greeted me as I walked to her door. I’d wanted to be there since I’d been forced to say goodbye the night before.

She was giving me a chance, but at the same time keeping me on my toes, on alert. Trying to protect herself and setting the pace, while I was giving her time and some space, but also getting ready for the hunt.

Roselynn hadn’t been bullshitting, she really did live in an apartment over her parents’ three gated garage, which had to be no more than nine hundred feet. The property was in an old neighborhood in a good area of the city. A big wooden house with enough space for a pool and two separate structures.

As I was going up the stairs on the right-hand side of the garage, a guy suddenly appeared.

“Who you are?” A skinny young man stood a couple stairs above me, trying to tower over me. But even with that advantage, he was failing miserably.

“None of your business,” I responded, thinking back to Rose’s warning. One of her brothers, I assumed, especially as there was a clear resemblance. The boy in front of me was taller than his sister, but they both had the same dark, almost black hair, the same bone structure. Both were lean and slender. Regardless, his sister’s eyes made her unique.

The eyes of a woman who possessed the sun. Shiny and hypnotizing.

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