This is all just far too much for me to take. So it’s all true. She told Rebel that I didn’t care about her. That I couldn’t be bothered coming to her wedding. I need to know why, but right now I have a more pressing need, and that is to get away. After all this worrying, all of the nightmares about my poor baby sister being used and abused, she’s blissfully happy. And married. Fucking married. I can’t breathe. I need time to think. To process all of this properly.
I turn, and I walk away, and I don’t look back.
I make it down to the ground floor, back to where we were waiting earlier before—
“Hey, Sloane!”
It’s him, the tattooed bastard, following me down the corridor. I try to power-walk away from him, but he grabs hold of my arm. I spin on my heel, ready to lay into him again, but he lets go of me, holding his hands in the air.
“Don’t be mad at her, babe. She’s been through hell and back.”
“And was it you who put her through it?”
He clenches his jaw, eyes narrowing—I barely took notice before, but the color of his eyes is so blue that they look like flints of ice. “No.”
“Then how the hell did she end up with you?”
“Maybe that’s something she should tell you. I think you could probably hazard an educated guess, though.” Pulling on his leather jacket and wearing an infuriating smirk on his face, Rebel jerks his head down the hallway.
Toward Zeth.
He’s watching us; his silhouette is that of an imposing monolith, carved out of rock. Rebel breaks out in a grin. “You both have similar taste in men, after all, sweetheart. You both like us dark and dangerous.”
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Callie Hart is a bagel eating, coffee drinking, romance addict. She can recite lines from the Notebook by heart. She lives on a ridiculously high floor in a way-too expensive building with her fiancé and their pet goldfish, Neptune. Burn is the third instalment in her Blood and Roses series. The next instalment, as yet untitled will be release in July 2014.
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Four Score Teaser
by Lili St Germain.
I take his car keys, slam the door shut behind me, and drive to the private hospital where I know Dornan’s been transferred.
I want to see his pain. I want to see just how close to death I brought him.
When I arrive at the hospital, I enter the large foyer and immediately recognize Dornan’s wife talking on her phone in the corner. I duck behind a large potted fern, praying she hasn’t seen me. Sure enough, she appears oblivious, ending her call and returning to the lifts nearby. I watch as she punches the button to go up. I wait patiently as she steps into the lift. The doors close quietly behind her. Above the doors, the numbers count upwards, pausing for a moment on five. Level five—that’s got to be it. A large board says that the ICU is on level five, which makes sense. I snicker to myself as I imagine Dornan hooked up to machines and breathing tubes.
Whatever damage he’s sustained? I hope it fucking hurts.
I jog to the stairwell, trying to stay out of sight. I don’t really care if any Gypsy Brothers see me—after all, I am the obsessive club whore who never leaves his side unless I have to. But I don’t exactly want Dornan’s bitch of a wife to see me and start a smack down.
Five flights of stairs later, I’m panting so hard, my chest is wheezing. I used to be so fit, I think to myself as I catch my breath in the stairwell. With sex my only exercise of late, it’s no wonder I’m woefully out of breath.
I let a few moments pass before I steel myself. I’m nervous, my stomach in knots, and I’m not entirely sure why.