Jane POV For the first time in weeks, Orphic Valley felt quiet. Too quiet for my liking. Everyone was away. Well, not everyone. Just Sara, the hubby and Jet as far as I was concerned. I wanted to do something with myself but had no idea what. The feeling was so bad that, when my mom asked that
"It's Thursday, Jane. Still the middle of the week but ok," Dora replied. Instead of dancing, we ended up at the jazz bar at her insistence. "Friday is for dancing. Thursday is for chilling out," she said. As we sat waiting for drinks, I caught the same look on her face as yesterday and asked,
Jane POV Jake stood in the middle of the living room with his phone in one hand. The other hand fisted on his jacket, which he had just taken off but was still holding on to. I could tell that he had just come home too. His signature scent was still mixed with that of the plane. Which meant he'd
So he knew how I felt about him? I couldn't believe it. Was I that obvious? He hated that I was getting attached, didn't he? Don't call me using silly questions as an excuse. Jerk! Why, oh, why did I feel this way? It was better not to be in the same space with him right now. I bounded up the
Jane's POV The relief I felt from thrashing the place was short-lived. As it seeped away, guilt took its place. I looked about me at the damage and decided it was uncalled for. I'd let my emotions take control and acted like a spoilt child. These thoughts only re-ignited my anger, making me decide
Oh God. "But," she paused. "I hope to God that you're not staying with that one. Or the other one." I knew exactly whom she was referring to. That one meant Jake. The other one meant Jet. Or vice versa. "They're no good, I tell you," she went on. "I mean it's bad enough that they're from the c
The beast's glittering eyes held me in place like a spell. I worried that if I looked away, he would vanish. I knew this creature quite well. Not because he was my husband's other form, but because he was my kind. The need to go to him took hold as I dashed out of my bedroom. My mother happened t
I felt so hot in the most inappropriate places but was determined to keep as much distance as he was imposing. Stepping back, I kept my eyes between his golden blond hair and the trees. The strands seem to shimmer in the darkness. "We need to help each other. It's why we came together, isn't it?" H