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FindingLight Book 2
Arriana
Two years ago
I follow closely behind Killian, my mind wandering back to the kid we just murdered. I usually enjoy the thrill of the kill, something about the brutality of ending another person's life just gets me going, but this time was different. Instead of the usual high I got as his end approached, a heavy weight dragged me down.
I hate to admit it to myself but I even sniffled a little as I watched Killian snap his neck. Not that I’d ever admit that to anyone else. I’d deny that shit and threaten anyone who dared to question me. But in all honesty there may have been a wayward tear or two I had to hastily wipe away.
Killian stops in front of the large elevator doors, pressing the button. We climb inside the lift and begin the long journey up to his penthouse. I had mentioned an interest in moving into the building a while ago and the ball’s in motion. Just waiting on a few more final pieces to fall into place and then it’ll be home sweet home for me and mine.
And by mine I mean my adorable little Sir Ichabod, my pride and joy. Some people may think having a chinchilla is strange but tothose peopleI say,what crawled up your ass and died? Because that’s the only explanation for them wanting to spread the disease of the death of joy to us all. And that’s saying something since my career is much the same. I’ve been having to deal with such a judgmental person when it came to my application for my condo, turns out fancy-schmansy places don’t immediately love non-exotic exotic pets, even if they’re totally legal to own in the great state of Washington. Not that Iownmy precious little Sir Ichabod, but that’s all semantics.
The elevator dings and opens up to the vast condo. I follow Killian out and notice his spitfire girl bouncing on her feet holding hands with another girl. My breath hitches as my eyes take the mystery girl in. She’s dressed in an oversized sleep shirt, a simple geometric pattern along the front and back. The fabric falls just shy of her knees and my eyes zero in on the exposed flesh popping out with each leap.
Well I’ll be damned.
A smile spreads across my face, a renewed excitement filling me. My grin widens as Killian storms toward the two, all but shouting, “What the fuck?”
The girls stop their giddy celebration and turn toward the imposing man stomping his way over. I roll my eyes.
The audacity of men. Always thinking they’re the most important person in the room.
I tune out most of the conversation between Killian and his angry woman, my focus centered on the beauty trying to make herself as small as possible. Fiddling with the hem of her shirt dress, her ashy blonde hair falls forward, draping across her face. She slumps her shoulders, hunching just slightly. A small burst of my own anger flares that she feels the need to hide.
Funneling my rage into humor instead of a sharp stabby stab, I chuckle. “Oh don’t mind him, he’s just grumpy because we got shot at.” I feel a wave of satisfaction as my simple statement only adds fuel to the flames of fury building between the two lovebirds.
Serves you right. Don’t you know it’s rude to fight in front of guests?
My eyes trail back to the beautiful nymph.
Especially visitors like her.
