Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 107105 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107105 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
“The gift we’ve been given?” He studied her.
“Each other. For forever.”
His gaze went heated and she felt emotion wash right through and then his mouth was on hers and they tangled up in one another, both feeling intense emotions about all they’d found out, about all that could be ahead of them.
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“This…is…phenomenal!” That was Sam’s reaction at the big breakfast Kyla and Tristan had cooked together. Well, Tristan had done most of the cooking but Kyla had helped.
Sasha, Sam, and Sergey were all at the six-seater round dining table in the great room of the home Tristan and Kyla were staying in and the table had dishes of a variety of breakfast foods.
Sergey had eaten only a little, saying he didn’t have a big appetite, hadn’t had one since he’d lost his wife.
Hearing that, Kyla didn’t feel all that hungry any longer. Imagining losing Tristan really would feel like losing part of her own soul. And now she knew their souls were linked. She felt him. She felt his emotions and felt his love both inside and outside when he looked at or touched her physically. Losing that after having it only this long would be devastating. Losing that after having it for hundreds of years? She couldn’t imagine.
She found herself thinking about that while looking at Sergey sitting there. He gave her a small, sad smile and she suspected he’d read her mind or deduced what she was thinking about. She wasn’t sure which though, if it was just written on her face or if was that he was using his telepathic powers.
Sasha was quiet through the meal and Kyla suspected she was contemplating things regarding Kyle.
“You okay?” Kyla asked her, as they did the dishes together.
She sipped some juice from her glass that was still on the table and nodded, “I’m nervous. I don’t know if I can wake him and if I do, I don’t know how I’ll deal. He wouldn’t know anything about anything unless we told him. But we have to tell him. He needs to meet you and he needs to know what’s happened. I’m so nervous that he’ll hate me. I stayed up half the night last night worrying. I wrote him a letter, explaining, in a condensed version, all that’s gone on. If he does wake, I’m thinking perhaps you can have time with him and give it to him?” She reached into her cardigan pocket and passed Kyla an envelope.
Kyla smiled and nodded.
“Maybe we should go do this,” Tristan suggested, coming in from outside where he’d gone with Sam and Sergey, while Sam smoked a cigarette. But she’d noticed she was in his sight at all times. He still wasn’t comfortable enough to leave her alone in a room with a vampire.
Sasha winced and put the tea towel down on the counter and then nodded, “Yes, we should see if this does it.”
Sasha and Kyla followed him out the door. Sergey, Sam, and Sasha all whooshed in an instant, startling Kyla.
Tristan smiled, kissed her nose, and then said, “Hop on,” and turned his back to her and crouched.
She hopped on for a piggyback and seconds later, they were in front of the stairs at Sasha’s house.
They went up, inside, and then down to the basement to where Kyle was.
Sam and Sergey were standing back.
Sasha took what looked like a cleansing deep breath. Kyla stood back, her back against Tristan’s front, his arms around her collarbone and stomach.
Kyla said a silent prayer that this would wake Kyle and sent positivity forward in her mind, pushed with all her might, whether it’d do anything or not she figured it couldn’t hurt.
Sasha glanced at Sam, “I haven’t even intentionally dropped my fangs in almost two years.”
“You’ll be fine. It’ll be alright,” he told her and gave her a smile and Kyla decided that despite the Jackson thing, which she sort of understood now, she liked Sam a whole lot.
Tristan gave her a little squeeze so she suspected that because he felt all of what she was feeling right now he was lending strength. She felt incredibly lucky, for once.
Sasha took off her eyeglasses and said, “Here goes everything,” and dropped her fangs. Instead of Kyla feeling startled at that, she felt her gums tingle, thinking about the possibility that if it hadn’t been Tristan that’d turned her, but someone else, she’d have fangs, too. She’d have the ability to feed on anyone. As it stood, she had 100% reliance on her vampire to feed her but she was, in essence, some sort of sub-species of vamp now. Goosebumps rose on her body. Tristan stroked her arm and kissed her ear.
Sasha leaned over Kyle and her hair fell to lay across Kyle’s chest as she went for his throat.
A beat later she heard Sasha moan as she drank and it felt like they were all witnessing something that was very intimate and probably should’ve been done in private. Sasha used one arm to hold the bedrail for balance and her other hand was fisting Kyle’s blanket.