Reeling from the shock of Bolt’s sudden disappearance, Venus travels to Radiance in search of him…and finds evil at its most depraved lying in wait.
“Your magic doesn’t work on him, no help’s available, and he makes himself invisible whenever he wants?” Venus counted off each problem on the tips of her fingers.
“Yes, and before you charged ahead with your summary, I wanted to say, the Vessel I spoke of last night can help us.”
“Then we must find it because we can’t have him unleashing unmentionable horrors on innocent people.” Venus rubbed her neck where Zaru bruised it. “He’s crazy.”
Bolt acknowledged her words with a nod. “I get it. You would feel responsible if he harms other humans because he’s here after you.” He rested his right palm over her bruises.
“I suppose I would,” Venus murmured.
“You can’t blame yourself for this. Zaru created this state of affairs, not you.”
“I know. But he’s a danger and we must stop him.” Venus stood up fast, broke contact with Bolt, and caught one heel in the hem of her pajamas. “But before we go on a Mirror-Vessel quest let’s fuel-up with breakfast.”
Bolt watched the retreat of Venus’ pear-shaped bottom, enjoying the view. He wanted her molded against his bare skin, her breath against his neck, and the scent of her hair filling his senses. He squeezed his eyes together while hot need swamped his body, forcing deep breaths from him. Venus’ undeniable beauty attracted him, and when he saw Zaru’s filthy hands on her, he experienced a strong primitive urge to protect her―and destroy the enemy.
Hunger channeled Bolt’s thoughts away from wrath when the delicious aroma of fried bacon hit him. His stomach growled. He followed his nose past her bedroom, and along a narrow corridor lit from the ceiling. Around a bend the passage widened, and housed a powder room signposted with a plaque of little boy peeing, then further extended into a square white kitchen. Its surfaces gleamed. A bunch of daffodils rested on a windowsill, bright against the cheerless backdrop of gloom on the other side of the window.
“Good timing,” Venus said to him. “Breakfast is ready.”
She stood behind a black counter heaping eggs and bacon into plates. Venus looked adorable wearing a pink apron, and Bolt almost leapt over the worktop and embraced her. Their eyes met. His gaze traced across her face and lingered on her mouth. Bolt plucked a shiny red apple from a fruit bowl and bit into it, wishing it was Venus’ delectable bottom lip.
Prize One - Otherworld Series
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