Hollows 11 - Ever After (52 page)

Authors: Kim Harrison

BOOK: Hollows 11 - Ever After

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“Sorry.”

“You, on the other hand, just go and do what you think needs to be done. If I can’t keep up, you don’t care. I like that. I’m glad you’re going to help me with the Rosewood demons.”

“Yeah,” I said, wondering if he had any more of that wine stashed somewhere. “That’s what you say now, but wait until they start playing with the ley lines.”

“My God, you have beautiful hair in the firelight,” he said softly, and I blinked. “It’s like your thoughts, all cinnamon and wild untamed. I’ve always liked your hair.”

I froze when he reached out and touched it, my breath slipping from me when his fingers grazed my neck. Slowly I reached up and took his hand, bringing it down. “Okay, we need to get you inside, Mr. Kalamack,” I said, thinking that he had had way too much to be comfortable saying what he was, doing what he was. “Come on, stand up. I’ll stay here with Al so he doesn’t steal the picture of your mom.”

I stood, still holding his hand and gently pulling him up with me. A part of me wanted this, but the smarter, wiser part knew it was a mistake.

“I am not drunk,” Trent said firmly, standing before me without a waver to his stance. “I don’t need to be drunk to say you have nice hair.”

A flutter lifted through me, and I shoved it away.

“And I do not want to go back to my apartments,” he said. “I want to go for coffee. Al isn’t going to wake up.” His eyes were on mine, and my heart pounded when he let them drop to my lips. “I am not drunk.”

“I wouldn’t care if you were.”

Trent’s arms were around me, and they felt right. “No, I want you to know that I do not need to be drunk to kiss you.”

“Um . . .” I started, heart pounding more when he leaned in, slowly, hesitantly, stopping just shy of my lips. All I had to do was lift my chin. Breath held, I did.

With a gentle pressure, our lips met. His hands slipped more firmly about me, and I held myself back, not afraid, but wanting to feel everything slowly as I leaned in, tasting the wine on him, feeling the warmth of his body pressing into mine, breathing in our scents that were mingling and changing with the warmth. My hands rose to find his hair, and I relaxed into him as the silky strands brushed through my fingers. I wanted more, and I leaned into him as our lips moved against each other.

I pushed him off balance, and he took a step back, our lips parting even as he pulled me to him closer yet as I stumbled forward into him. The rush of the kiss pounded through me, and I stared at him, breathless, seeing in his eyes that he was not drunk. He was stone-cold sober, and it scared me. “Why did you do that?” I whispered.

He half smiled and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “I don’t know,” he said, his grip on me becoming more sure. “But I’m going to do it again.”

Oh God, yes,
I thought, and then he pulled me into him. The tingle of the nearby line danced at the edge of my awareness, and as his hands hinted at rising up to find my breasts, I loosened my hold on the energy in my chi to send a dart of energy balancing between us, hinting at more.

Trent’s lips on mine hesitated, then became more demanding. Passion ran through me. Heart pounding, I jerked as his back found the wall. It was intoxicating, and realizing I wanted to reach behind his waistband, I stopped.

Breathless, I backed up from him. The warmth from his lips slowly cooled. My lungs heaved, and I stared at him, not as shocked as I thought I would be. “This isn’t going to work,” I said, scared. “You’re going to get married to Ellasbeth and be what everyone needs you to be.”

He reached out and slowly pulled me to him. Tense, I stood as he ran a hand through my hair. My eyes closing, I tilted my head to feel his fingers on my face. Reaching up, I took his hand in mine, leaving a kiss in his palm as I curved his fingers around it and lowered his hand between us.

“Yes, I know,” he said, coming closer until our hands pressed between both of us, and I trembled as he kissed my cheek. My passion pulled to the breaking point, I opened my eyes as I felt him draw away. I wanted this, but I knew better.

“You want to go for a coffee?” he said, shocking me. “The-men-who-don’t-belong might be there, or a demon catching a cup of caffeine. I hear they will give a lot for a good cup of Joe. Al isn’t going to wake up until long after sunrise.”

Slowly my pounding heart began to ease. “Or maybe we can just talk.”

Trent smiled. “We can try,” he said, taking up the lantern and opening the door.

Cool night air spilled in, but it did nothing to dampen the memory of his hands on me, touching my skin, bringing tingles to life, bringing me to life.

“What are the chances that nothing is going to happen?” he said as I followed him onto the slate threshold and passed it. “You attract trouble, Rachel Morgan.”

Looking at him standing beside me in the darkness, I had to agree.

About the Author

New York Times
bestselling author KIM HARRISON was born and raised in Michigan and has recently returned there to escape the South Carolina heat. Her bestselling Hollows novels include
Dead Witch Walking;
The Good, the Bad, and the Undead;
Every Which Way But Dead;
A Fistful of Charms;
For a Few Demons More;
The Outlaw Demon Wails;
White Witch, Black Curse;
Black Magic Sanction;
Pale Demon;
and
A Perfect Blood,
plus the graphic novel
Blood Work
. She also writes the bestselling Madison Avery series for young adults, including
Once Dead, Twice Shy
and
Early to Death, Early to Rise
.

www.kimharrison.net

www.facebook.com/KimHarrisonsHollows

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Also by Kim Harrison

Books of the Hollows

A Perfect Blood

Pale Demon

Black Magic Sanction

White Witch, Black Curse

The Outlaw Demon Wails

For a Few Demons More

A Fistful of Charms

Every Which Way But Dead

The Good, the Bad, and the Undead

Dead Witch Walking

And Don’t Miss

Into the Woods

The Hollows Insider

Unbound

Something Deadly This Way Comes

Early to Death, Early to Rise

Once Dead, Twice Shy

Holidays Are Hell

Dates from Hell

Credits

Cover illustration by Larry Rostant

This book is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents, and dialogue are drawn from the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

EVER AFTER
. Copyright © 2013 by Kim Harrison. All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. By payment of the required fees, you have been granted the nonexclusive, nontransferable right to access and read the text of this e-book on-screen. No part of this text may be reproduced, transmitted, downloaded, decompiled, reverse-engineered, or stored in or introduced into any information storage and retrieval system, in any form or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical, now known or hereinafter invented, without the express written permission of HarperCollins e-books.

EPub Edition FEBRUARY 2013 ISBN: 9780062228154

FIRST EDITION

ISBN 978-0-06-195791-8

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