A little bit of background on this one. It’s actually an excerpt from a book of mine I’m editing right now, and I am absolutely in love with the characters. Does anyone else have that moment when they are self editing and they come across a page and think, “Damn, did I write that? ’cause that is good!’

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My eyes shutter close automatically as I lean down to her. The barest brush of warmth across my lips has me shivering and tightening my arms around her waist.

Then another whisper.

I growl as she pulls away. My hand comes up automatically and buries into her luscious locks, holding her head steady. Then I lean in and slant my mouth across hers.

Sparks fly across my skin and burn down my back. I can’t help but groan. Katy gasps against my mouth and I take the opening. Our tongues tangle as we both shiver with the heat between us. It’s like the feeling when I cross the threads, where my body is being pulled apart into a million threads and woven back together on the otherside. It is both excillerating and terrifying. But this time I have the heat of Katie’s warm body pressed against mine, and I don’t feel so alone. In this moment it is both our souls on fire. 

Not just my own.

Katie pulls back slightly. I open my eyes but stay close, my forehead against hers. My breathing is as ragged as hers. Her eyes are on mine, searching for I don’t know what. 

The hairs on the back of my neck are standing, my stomach is mess. And all I want to do is lean in and lose myself in another kiss.

But her eyes shift. Her brows furrough, her lips pull down in a frown. She pulls back enough to look over my shoulder.

Then her whole body tenses. Her fingers become claws in my shoulders. Her face pales and her widen. Her mouth drops open.

I don’t think. I just react. 

Lifting Katie into my arms, I squeeze her close as I run between the row of graves towards a strange triangular building in the distance. 

“It’s-It’s-“ she stutters, her gaze still caught on whatever is behind me.

But I know what it is. If I my head hadn’t been swimming with the taste of Katie I would have recognized that dread in my gut. The tell-tale cold energy that flowed up my spine and across my skin.

I hesitate long enough at the corner of the building to look over my shoulder to confirm what I feel.

The shade.