The Lost Soul (Fallen Soul Series, Book 1) - Plot & Excerpts
There’s a cup of coffee steaming beside his hip. He’s wearing faded jeans, no shirt, and the sun highlights the definitions in his bare chest. There are remnants of my bite marks on the base of his throat. The flames of the Keeper’s mark ripple with the movement of his muscles as he stands to greet us. “You left this morning.” He nods at his car. “And you stole my car.” I hand him the keys and bat my eyelashes at him. “Sorry, I really needed to borrow it.” Weird. The only time I’ve batted my eyelashes is when something’s been stuck in them. His eyebrows furrow and he shoves the keys into his pocket. “Where’d you go?” Laylen speaks for me. “She had to come and pick me up.” He struts by Alex, intentionally clipping his shoulder. “I was having a bit of a blood thirst relapse and this beautiful girl helped me out, just like she did last time.” “Which time?” Alex grits through his teeth, fists clenched. Laylen smirks, raising his eyebrows implying. My lips stutter over and over again as I try to spit out that it isn’t what he’s thinking.
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