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“
She’s unwell at the moment.” A shadow crossed Mitch’s face. “But I’m hoping she’ll be here soon. I know she’s keen to see you in person.”

Waves of tiredness pressed upon me, but I fought them and chatted a little longer. It was a futile effort. I yawned early. Suki fussed over me a little and suggested we leave. At the back of my mind, I knew what was going to happen. It felt like a row of dominoes all tumbling in sequence. Us. The house. The stranger expecting us. My weariness. It came as no surprise when he suggested we stay the night, using the only furnished guest room.

Suki eyed me strangely as Mitch left the room. “Isn’t this…” I nodded, inhaling, smelling a faint hint of the burning sage leaves.

Hours later, when I found myself gazing out of the window, I struggled to figure out if this was just the dream again, or if it was now real—the two worlds had crossed, fused and the separating lines were blurred. My fever simmered, instead of the burning heat a few days ago, the window glass felt cool beneath my palm. I inhaled deeply again. Burning sage, but only faint now. I puzzled once again
—something was going to happen. Staring out at the moon playing patterns across the sea, I heard the familiar creak and footsteps. This time I knew it was Suki’s arm snaking around me, her face pressing against my skin, her perfume. And this time when I smiled, it was because I knew exactly what she was going to say.

“
Come back to bed. You’re still not well.” She pressed a kiss against my collarbone. “Bed,” she repeated. I smiled some more. At last, it was all playing out. There was still one change to come, and this one I welcomed. I knew—absolutely
knew
—this was not our last time together. Instead, it was just the start for us. And when I whispered my anxious plea to her, not to leave me, her reply was so much more than I could ever have hoped.

“
Josh, I’m not going anywhere without you.”

~*~
THE END~*~

CRAVING

Book
2 in the Talisman series

Dante

The muffled hum of rock music flared briefly as the side door opened to the night club; a soft wash of light illuminated us for the briefest moment before we faded to almost black again. I could smell dope; the sweet scent lingering in the air after the smokers had strolled away. They paid us no attention. I probably looked like just another druggie trying to score a hit in a back street alley.

“
Is it true what they say about you?” The hard faced stranger smirked as he took hold of my chin. “You’d sell your own grandmother to make a buck.”

I struggled against the two gorillas holding me, both arms tight against my back. Rivers of pain poured down from my aching shoulders.
“I make a living.” I spat the words out, my mouth constricted by his grasp, fingers digging into the soft flesh under my jaw.

Footsteps approached.

“What about your brother?” Alistair had joined us.

The question threw me.
“I don’t have one.” It hurt to speak, but he seemed intent on conversation.

“
Raphael?” His tone mocked me. “Fetch me Raphael and I’ll wipe your slate clean.”

“
And if I don’t?”

He moved a fraction closer. I could smell Aramis after-shave, pungent and sickly; I tried not to gag. His nose almost touched mine. The tension in my arms intensified.

“If you don’t…. even your famed spirit guides won’t be able to help you. Not where you’re going.”

About the Author

Romance author Sofia Grey spends her days managing projects in the corporate world and her nights hanging out with wolf shifters and alpha males. She devours pretty much anything in the fiction line, but she prefers her romances to be hot, and her heroes to have hidden depths. When writing, she enjoys peeling back the layers to expose her characters’ flaws and
always
makes them work hard for their happy endings.

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