Ryker was sitting behind the wheel, he hit the ignition button, then groaned in pain. I was in the middle of putting on my seatbelt and immediately turned to him. “What’s wrong?” I asked him, raking my eyes through his body wondering if he was injured.
“That bloody witch,” muttered Ryker, shaking his head as he threw a scowl at the cabin a few feet away from us
Hmm, why do you think Eros did that? Why did he steal the key? Also, what is it with this Book of The Damned (or should I say, creepiness and questionable physics)?
Eros’s POV The second my phone made that loud annoying noise, I knew Xyrra had texted me. I purposely changed her ringtone so I could hear it even when I was on the pack run. ‘I need to go back,’ I told Young Seb through the mind link.
Xyrra’ POV‘I have it with me.’ His reply had been shocking but it also brought relief to me. At least my mother’s key wasn’t lost. The first thought that came to my mind was that Eros had accidentally brought it with him. He probably had been curious about it and forgotten to return it. So my reply to him was, ‘That’s a relief. I thought it was gone for good. Can you give it to me on Monday?’ Then I waited and waited but his reply had not arrived until I fell asleep on the drive back. Once again I was pulled into another dream. This time it had taken place in the kitchen back at my parent’s house. I stood there and as I looked up, there was a red cloud of smoke hovering above me. The red cloud of smoke was twirling and twirling until I realized the end of its tail was actually connected to my palms. I stared down, looking every bit confused, as I stared at the smoke in my palms. The smoke kept going in and in into my palms almost as if my palms had the power to absorb the red smok
Then this time when our eyes finally locked for the second time, I knew there was no turning back, there was no stopping what would happen. I was not sure whether his mouth came down on mine or I was the one seeking out his but in a split second, our lips met and nothing else mattered.
Ryker’s POV
I could tell that Ryker was avoiding me. It was pretty obvious and such a contrast compared to the closeness we had while we were on the lake. While we had been having breakfast this morning, he had deliberately taken the furthest chair away from me and when I’d greeted him, he murmured something in return without turning to look at me, let alone meeting my eyes. His silver eyes were solely focused on the news he’d been reading and a bowl of cereal and muesli in front of him. Then when I’d accidentally bumped into him later on my way downstairs — he’d been on his way up, he’d moved his way as if I had bur
I honestly thought Miles would come defending his sister and perhaps even challenged me to a duel or something— I’d read online that some werewolves did that in order to protect someone’s honor. Yet he did none of that, instead, he laughed. Uncontrollably and his face was full of mirth. Alana threw daggers at her brother while her hand was holding a handkerchief to her nose.
Right before I managed to cross the border between the Center and the South, Dmitry and his crazy black Porsche cut me off. Literally. His car sped up until he was in front of me then he slowed to a full stop. I would’ve bumped into him if I hadn’t seen this coming. We’d been racing pretty much since he’d managed to catch up with me three lights ago.
I nearly choked on chocolate rice puff and dried berries. “W-what?” His silver eyes caught mine and he looked as if he was trying to understand me or something. “He is charming and closer to your age so I understand the appeal here.” A little frown appeared in between his brows, giving a little indication that he was trying hard to think of what to say. I decided to simply listen while I ate my cereals. “Judging by the ladies’ reaction, I know that he is good-looking too. And he is really a kind man, there’s no doubt about it there. I know him, I watched him growing up. He’s okay, I guess. Or well, maybe one even considers him as a catch.” That was when I could no longer maintain the blank expression I’d been giving him. Was he serious? I wasn’t sure whether he was trying to discredit Miles or praise him. I wasn’t even sure where this conversation was heading until I heard what he said next. “But you should know that Miles might have a mate out there. He hasn’t found her yet but one