Page 152 of Night's Fall
It had been two days sinceIfelt my first flutter.
And the time was short, but we’d fallen into a steady rhythm for our lives.
Wake.Work.Comehome.Chill.
Last night, we’d hung out in the living room with the purple fire, ordered in noodles, drank wine, snuggled and read (real books!).
Oh, and there was a lot of lovemaking wedged in.
ButIhad not hidden the fact thatIwas increasingly excited at how much my beast was making herself known.
More flutters.
Tension in my chest like she was stretching.
Sensations of movement like she was rolling or changing position.
It’d been so long sinceIhad all that,Iwas impatient to have her back in full.
“Yes,Iheard her,”ItoldAleksei.
“We’ll clear our schedules, hunker down here when the time is nigh,” he said.
“You don’t have to?—”
“I’ll be here when you get her back,Laura.”
“Okay,”Imumbled, fighting a grin because he was so…
Aleksei.
He removed his finger but swept his gaze down my feminine, stylish and pretty, but somewhat severe black suit.AnensembleI’dpurchased to attendCat’shuman grandma’s passing ritual.
“Although that’s fetching, albeit austere, you didn’t have to go that far for the interviews,” he remarked.
I wasn’t dressed for the interviewsIwas conducting withAllainthat afternoon to hire my aide.
I was dressed for something else.
Here we go.
“I’m going toNaylyn’sritual this morning.”
His brows shot up.
Naylyn was the young female who’d been murdered at the gallery.
“Before you say anything,”Ibegan hurriedly, “Iwasn’t keeping it from you.Ididn’t knowIintended to go untilIwas in my closet, programming my outfit for the day.But,drahko,Ican’t get her out of my mind.”
His face softened and he stole an arm around me. “I’vebeen experiencing the same.”
Of course he had.
Because he was so…
Aleksei.
“Her family must be out of their minds with her loss,”Isaid. “Notto mention the betrayal.Andthe way she’s being portrayed on the news and the tapes.Shewasn’t a traitor.Shewasn’t a pawn.Shewas a young woman who thought she was falling in love.”
