Page 55 of My Karmic Destiny

“That’s how I feel too.”

“What?” He pulls my hand to his chest as if I’ve threatened to rip it away. “Why the hell wouldyoufeel like that?”

“Why would you?” I throw back the question at him.

He gives me a sad smile and shakes his head. “I suppose we all have our insecurities. Even the hottest amongst us.”

“True. During my psychic readings, I’ve picked up on the fear of being unworthy in many people. Some no one would suspect of being insecure.”

“I have a lot going against me,” he argues, running his hand through his windblown blond locks. “My soul being wrecked doesn’t help my cause.”

“Look at me,” I say, and he finally turns to face me. “I’ve seen your soul. Yes, it was riddled with the damage that Instantcreated when she fed off your energy, but even with that drain, it was still brighter than most people.”

Kurtis scoffs lightly as the ride pauses again.

“I mean it,” I insist, demanding he understand what I see in him. “I figured out Instant’s MO. She picked people with bright, powerful souls. If you weren’t, she wouldn’t have wanted to consume you.”

“Really?” His eyes look dazed as he contemplates that thought. “But I’m still broken.”

“Incarnated souls usually are. It’s the nature of living on Earth. It tears us down—apart. Yet we can heal and grow just as well.”

“Look at my soul again,” he pleads softly.

The ride jerks roughly to a stop.

“Why do you want me to?”

“Because I need to know the state of my being.” He looks to the night sky, maybe looking for the right words in the cosmos. “I don’t want to burden you with me if I’m too fucked up for a relationship.”

I shake my head softly. “I don’t need to look at you with my reaper vision to see how amazing you are.”

“Please?” He gives me full on Puss-in-Boots sad eyes.

Fuck. He’s too good at that. And apparently, I’m a sucker for his charms.

I shift my consciousness to ‘read’ his soul.

His light is blinding. His damage is healing—faster than I thought it would.

“Kurtis, you’re beautiful. There’s hardly any of Instant’s damage left.”

Moments pass as he finally acknowledges I’m telling the truth. Then he goes through so many emotions.

“Thank fuck. And thank you.”

His mouth crashes down on mine. One of his hands tangles in my hair, and his other hand cups my cheek. His thumb brushes over my temple.

My thoughts fall from my mind as I get lost in his passionate kiss. My stomach flutters and it has nothing to do with the swinging of the Ferris wheel. No, this is all him. Us. Where our skin touches is electric.

He breaks the kiss and presses his forehead to mine.

We take a moment and just breathe each other’s air. An intimate act many people might dismiss, yet it’s so powerful. A bond forming as we exchange energy on a soul level.

I didn’t expect the connection between us to be so intense.

It makes sense. I healed him with my personal magic—my essence. He’s part of me already. I’ve literally touched his soul, ripping it out of the clutches of Death.

I’m glad my employer didn’t get pissed about that.

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