Three days. That was how long it had been since Angel had seen Layon since they had slept together beneath the hanging branches of the willow tree with the sprites frolicking just beyond the bank. Though she hadn't picked up on them at the time, she remembered them now, creating magical music with their feet upon the lake's surface as Layon made love to her. Urgh, Angel! Stop it! she snarled at herself as she sat in the back of a lecture hall, tapping her notepad absentmindedly with her pen. It was increasingly difficult to concentrate on university or work or anything else for that matter when all Angel could do was think of him. And the worst thing was, he hadn't even bothered to call her. She did her best to remember that it likely had more to do with the fact that his sister was still missing and far less to do with her or her performance, but with each passing day, it was growing more and more difficult not to read into it. Her need to speak to him and her desire to make sens
"This place is disgusting," Jason grumbled even as they walked down the high street of the human town nearest to Silverdale's locked community. It was just like any other human community in the world, at least those Layon had experienced in his relatively short supernatural life. On the surface, it was quite pretty, with its mixture of old and new architecture, but beneath that surface, there was a place stinging with crime and pain, and the foul human stench rotted in the air. Though Layon didn't hold the same utter disdain for humans as many of his pack members did, he had to admit that even he was finding the stench of so many of them in close proximity hard to handle. "No wonder most supernaturals only see them as prey," Jason continued, "though I've yet to find one that smells good enough to eat." Even as he spoke those last few words, he flashed his fangs and allowed his eyes to spark amber in the direction of a passing human, who sidestepped so quickly that they almost
Two more days had passed and Angel found herself growing angrier and more frustrated by the hour. There had been no word from Layon, not even a text to let her know he'd gotten her voicemail and that he'd call her when he got the chance. Standing in the corridor close to the hall where she'd had her last lecture of the day, Angel found herself checking her cell phone for the hundredth time that day. And again she thought of giving him another call. Part of her, especially her wolf, wanted to call and call and call until she finally annoyed him enough to pick up. Yet she was even angrier with herself for being so desperate and so with even more growing frustration, she shoved her phone aggressively back into her pocket. Just as she was about to turn and head down the corridor in the direction of the front of the school, headed for home, she heard a commotion coming from around the corner. Hackles rising instantly at the sound of rushing feet headed toward her, she braced herself inst
He wasn’t sure how long he stood there, his ears still ringing with the pain in Angel’s voice, but by the time he finally moved at the sound of hisvoice being called, every muscle in his body was aching with tension. The sound of Lara’s voice grated against his eardrums and he fought the urge to punch the pillar that was the only thing holding the bleachers up above his head.She slipped under the bleachers to join him and began to act like a cat in heat, practically rubbing herself up against him as she placed her hands upon his chest and played with the small amount of hair her fingers found there.“I was wondering where you’d gotten to,” she purred, smiling up at him, her face getting so close that he was almost certain she was going to try and kiss him. Her changing moods had always given him whiplash but today he was in no mood at all and so he lashed out, grabbing hold of her wrists tobshove her away from him.“What are you doing here, Lara?” he snarled at her, glaring deep
The Bar was quiet as usual, and Angel’s manager had taken it upon himself to leave her alone as he did almost every shift. It didn’t exactly bother Angel. She liked to be alone. At least, that was what she told herself. It was definitely easier than putting up with all the bullshit and politics that came with being the traitor’s daughter. Yet it didn’t remain that way for long. No sooner had Angel stepped out from the back corridor having just collected a box of napkin refills from the storeroom than the front door of the bar swung open. Even before he entered, Angel could sense him, his inner turmoil and the obvious frustration he was feeling at whatever the hell he was struggling with now. His wolf was grumbling and the moment she saw Layon’s face, she knew that something serious was going on. She opened her mouth to speak but barely managed to let out a whimper as he charged up to her, grabbed her by the elbow, and began to drag her back into the back corridor. “What the hell,
Struggling not to smirk with amusement at Angel’s obvious astonishment the moment they stepped onto one of his father’s three privatejets, he urged her to take a seat. He wanted to be in the air as soon as possible. She continued to glance around the sleek cream interior even as she silently did as he said, clearly too awestruck to argue. It was a welcome relief not to have her arguing with him, and he settled himself in the seat opposite her after instructing the pilot of their destination and their need to hurry.Angel’s silence didn’t last very long and almost as soon as they were up in the air, she seemed to revert right back to her old self. “You know we can’t just walk right into Italy, right? Not since supernaturals came out of the closet.”Layon couldn’t help but laugh at that. “You remember who I am, right?” he responded and watched her face drop with distaste at his need to be so bigheaded.“That doesn’t mean you can ignore the rules,”Angel snapped back at him, crossin
Struggling not to smirk with amusement at Angel’s obvious astonishment the moment they stepped onto one of his father’s three privatejets, he urged her to take a seat. He wanted to be in the air as soon as possible. She continued to glance around the sleek cream interior even as she silently did as he said, clearly too awestruck to argue. It was a welcome relief not to have her arguing with him, and he settled himself in the seat opposite her after instructing the pilot of their destination and their need to hurry.Angel’s silence didn’t last very long and almost as soon as they were up in the air, she seemed to revert right back to her old self. “You know we can’t just walk right into Italy, right? Not since supernaturals came out of the closet.”Layon couldn’t help but laugh at that. “You remember who I am, right?” he responded and watched her face drop with distaste at his need to be so bigheaded.“That doesn’t mean you can ignore the rules,”Angel snapped back at him, crossin
Able to feel him staring at her across the jet, Angel chose instead to keep her gaze on the window. After all, it was her first time outside of Dale and she was determined to make the most of it. She hadn’t come just to stare at Layon the entire time or put up with his alpha male bullshit. Yet even as she gazed out at the open ocean, marveling at the white caps of the waves, all she could really think about was how pissed off she was with herself. Layon had practically offered her exactly what both she and her wolf were craving, and yet she’d been stupid enough to turn him down. Worse, she’d been stupid enough to strike him. His constant staring, goading her and clearly attempting to make her uncomfortable, wasn’t helping. In fact, it was doing quite the opposite, making her want to charge across the jet and jump right into his lap. Her insides were twisting with desire and her thighs squeezed together at the heat that was pooling between them. The more he stared, the more she r