Novels by Kate Kay

There she was. Grey stood at the window to the cafe, looking inside at the girl behind the register. He had been standing there for a few minutes, but still hadn't managed to convince himself to go inside. It had been months since Grey was gifted this second chance where he could continue his life as a human, yet he still didn't know if he should talk to Arder.He was terrified that he would ruin her life more than he had already. Most of all, he was petrified that the girl he knew didn't want to see him again, even though this version of the girl that was inside wouldn't be able to remember him to make that choice. He alone had to decide if it was the right choice to walk back into her life again. He knew who she was and he loved her, and yet she couldn't remember any of it. Was it worth starting over? Grey shook his head. He was being an idiot. Of course it was worth it. His real fear, what terrified him beyond belief, was the possibility that she might not even want to know him.

She was still falling.Arder had no idea how long she had been unconscious, maybe seconds, maybe hours, but all she knew was the darkness that surrounded her.Then there was light. Just a circle of brightness, slowly expanding to her right. Then an arm reached from the light and grabbed hold of Arder's wrist. "Hello?" Arder calked out, however nothing could be heard over the howling wind that continued on even as she stopped falling.Arder looked to the light and the hand holding her suspended in the air and made a decision. Whatever was at the end of this fall gave her a dark, terrible feeling. She was going somewhere awful, and this hand and the person it belonged to was her only hope. Arder grabbed on to the wrist of her saviour and they began to pull her into the light. It's going to be okay now, Arder told herself. Whatever it was that gave her such a horrible feeling about what was at the end of this fall, gave her a hopeful feeling about her saviour. Arder finally reached

It came quickly and suddenly. One moment Grey was kneeling in front of her, a concerned expression covering his face, the next it was black. The darkness was surrounding her and it was as if it was squeezing the breath out of her lungs. Gasping for breath, Arder fumbled around in the darkness. "Hello?" She called out, "Is anyone there?"Then the all too familiar man emerged from the shadows, and slowly the room began to light up around him. She was lying on a cold, wet stone slab in the middle of a cave. Water dripped off the rock ceiling and landed on her forehead."Cyrus?" She asked, seeing him move towards her."We need to get you out of here," his low voice whispered. The few strands of light shined through the ceiling, revealing his face every time he stepped under one. Everything was happening so quickly, and she didn't even know where she was."Where is here?" she asked, getting off the concrete slab she woke up on. The room reeked of something rotting and it was much too dark

Hours had passed, and it was now morning. Grey sat atop a building, staring down at the girl lying dead on the road. Her blood was still pooled around her small figure, and it had just started to stain her already red hair. She looked almost peaceful; she was beautiful even while dead. But Grey couldn't wait a second longer for her to wake up. His mind kept replaying the image of her sitting up off the road and finally becoming who she was meant to be. Except, it still hadn't happened. She was supposed to have woken up hours ago."Grey." His father's voice interrupted his thoughts. Grey merely glanced over his shoulder at the man before turning back, worried he would miss it. He needed to see her get up. It was the only way he would ever forgive himself for what he had done."What?" he growled, still angry at his father. He didn't plan on forgiving him for a long time. After all, he had made him kill someone."We need to get farther away from here," Cyrus said.Instead of turning arou

The cold winter wind rushed through the broken window of the abandoned house. Arder shivered, backing further away from the shattered glass. The breeze blew her hair into her eyes, and she quickly pushed it away. Her dark red hair was like a fire burning in the darkness, a beacon glowing brightly for her hunter to find.She looked over her shoulder for the millionth time, feeling paranoid. He could be anywhere-- lurking in a dark corner, waiting behind a closed door, silently standing behind her-- and she wouldn't even know it. He was too quiet. Too good at this horrible game.She stepped into the light cast by the moon, quickly climbed out the window, and landed on the side of the deserted street. The old factory loomed in the distance like a far-off memory of her old life, and she shivered again. This time though, it was not because of the cold night; the tainted memory is what caused goosebumps to form on her pale arms.Something warm slid over her shoulders and she almost screamed

The factory door burst open but Arder made no move to go see who it was. She stayed hidden in the sea of boxes for the off case that it wasn't Grey. Her hands started to shake so she clutched onto the crate underneath her. "Arder?" A deep voice called out. That was a voice she knew for sure. She stood up and zigzagged her way out of the room until she was standing in from of him. He was out of breath and almost looked nervous. "What happened?" Arder asked. "Did he follow you?"Her entire body was shaking at the idea of being caught. Arder was terrified of what would happen to her and to her family. What would she tell them?"I'm not sure. I left him at the house," Grey said, looking past her. He shuffled from foot to foot, as if he was nervous about something. "What's wrong?" Arder asked. Something seemed off about him and she wondered what had really happened back at the house. "Nothing," he assured. "I'm just thinking about what we should do now."That was what Arder was thinking