Why These Two
“Reika. This is so…rad. I’ve never seen you upset. Is that one of your blades stuck in the wall?”Reika sneered at the laptop atop her travel trunk, and then turned. She’d already flung her knives into the walls before chucking furniture. The nightstand and bed where she’d found so much pleasure were right below her knives, resembling a stack of earthquake rubble. The wardrobe full of Darryl’s clothing was next. She picked it up and flung it, blinking rapidly against moisture that blurred and distorted. And burned. But did nothing to heal. Nothing soothed. Nothing assuaged.She’d taken the day to rest after the most exquisite night of her life, and awakened to this: An empty room. No sign of her mate. That’s when the worry started. A quick trip to the club from last night turned up nothing but a dance floor full of humans. No sign of Darryl. That’s when the anxiety started, resembling a chill breeze running her backbone. A visit to Darryl’s hotel got her the information that he and his e...ntourage had checked out – destination unknown.MoreLess
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