Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 148949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 745(@200wpm)___ 596(@250wpm)___ 496(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 745(@200wpm)___ 596(@250wpm)___ 496(@300wpm)
If I weren’t the original and this voodoo woman healed my body, would I still be there? Or would I be gone and Lunita was left in my place?
Those were the thoughts that I was scared to speak out to even Kaz. And that was why I had been delaying the New Orleans trip more and more.
But, Lunita had forced me to rethink the delay.
If I continued to drag my feet on this, I may not have anything left of our love. Kaz had already been there for me, willing to deal with the craziness of my having this disorder.
But would this be his limit?
Did Lunita push him too far. . .push him away?
I shuddered in sadness.
A heavy thump sounded by the door.
My heart raced.
I lay still, hardly daring to breathe as I waited for Kaz to come inside.
What now? He was so damn angry. What will become of us? Will our love still be the same?
The door swung open, and his towering frame silhouetted the dimly lit doorway. I could not make out his features in the darkness. I had no idea if he was still pissed or calm.
Damn it, Lunita.
Kaz stood still for a moment, as if he were trying to make out my figure in the darkness.
Then, he stepped into the room, and moonlight illuminated his face.
I tensed, taking in the gruesome sight.
Dirt covered his skin.
Dried blood smeared his cheeks, arms, and shirt.
A chill ran down my spine.
Then, he moved silently, not speaking a word or even looking my way anymore.
I thought he was going to lay his dirty self into our bed. Instead, he prowled towards the bathroom and disappeared.
The door shut with a click.
Next, the sound of the shower filled the air.
In a daze, I lay motionless in bed. My body heaved with sadness. I was not sure of what to do.
I fucking hate this. I want us back to before I knew about all of this.
Sighing, I mustered up my strength, rose out of bed, and walked towards the bathroom. I didn’t care if he was still angry with me or not, I needed to be near him. He was my strength. My anchor. My love. My lion.
Without him? What would I be?
Baby. . .I love you so much. I hate that you’re hurting.
I opened the bathroom door and slowly strolled along the cold marble floor.
His dirty clothes lay in a pile by my vanity table and cushioned chair.
Steam left the glass shower.
Stepping closer, I took in his muscular form as he cleaned himself.
Baby, I’m sorry.
He kept his back to me, but I was pretty sure he knew I was in there. It was always hard to sneak up on the Lion, especially when he was this pissed off.
How will we change from this?
As he washed his body, his muscles rippled along his arms and back.
My heart pounded in my ears.
A wave of desire rushed through me.
Will he yell at me to leave? Or will he be okay with my being here?
Without taking off my white gown, I took in a deep breath and slowly opened the door. The glass felt cool and slick under my fingertips. The scent of lavender flowers permeated the air. He must have been using my shampoo again.
I stepped in.
The door closed behind me.
Steam from the hot water billowed and wrapped around me in a thick fog. I stood still, relishing in the heat against my skin.
Kaz turned around.
Please. . .don’t hate me.
Trembling, I stepped forward. “I’m so sorry, Kaz.”
Without a word, he reached out his arm and pulled me close to him. His lips found mine. Every nerve ending in my body pulsed with electricity.
Kaz. . .
The more he kissed me, the more I melted into him. Then, his lips slipped gently against my skin. He licked and sucked the curve of my neck.
I moaned.
To my surprise, Kaz slowly pulled the soft white nightgown over my head and let it fall to the wet floor. The warm water rushed over my bare skin, cascading down my body.
I closed my eyes loving his tender embrace.
He slipped his lips back to my mouth. “Mysh?”
“Yes.”
“Do you know how dangerous it is to be in here right now?”
“N-no.”
“Go back to sleep.”
“No.” I looked down at the wet floor. “I. . .am too scared to sleep.”
“Are you scared of me?”
I looked at him. “I don’t want to lose you because of her.”
“You think you could ever be free of me?”
I swallowed.
“I will never let you go no matter what she does.”
“What if. . .”
Fear filled his eyes. “What?”
“What if she is. . .the main personality? And I am—”
“It is you that I love. It is you that controls your body, your life. Never forget that. You are Emily. No one else.”
“But. . .” I shivered. “After what we’ve learned today, I think she has more control.”