Page 1 of Double Edged Hearts
Prologue
Alex and Cora
Alex
Me and mine own this city.
I don’t just believe that because I’m an arrogant asshole who thinks he owns Chicago.
I believe because Iknow.
I know when people sleep, eat, work, play.
And I know when the lost return.
My father used to warn me about keeping secrets from those I trust. So, I feel like a prick now for keeping Cora a secret.
My goddess…
It’s been four years since I last saw her. She never belonged in my world in the first place, and I know I shouldn’t be watching her right now.
I am danger, and my world is full of death. Maybe that’s why I accepted that last time we saw each other was the end.
But then she popped up on my radar days ago.
She went to our spot at the secret garden. And since she knows me, she must have known I’d find her eventually.
We have this thing called obsession. It makes her feel me now as I watch her in the crowd of vipers. All of them are dressed in their finest for their fundraiser. Suited and booted for their event.
She looks like the angel she is in her long evening gown that caresses her body the way I want to. It’s cream and striking against her sun-kissed skin. Striking against that long brown, velvet hair. A perfect match to her bright autumn eyes.
I can see it all now as I watch from the tower in the hotel.
She’s sitting at a table, and as she glances ever so slightly over her shoulder, I know she can feel me.
She knows I want her.
Does she know how badly I want to taste her too?
Cora
I sip on the water hoping it will cool me down.
It’s not hot in here. It’s anything other. The temperature is cool and the hall has a perfect balance to calm the Chicago heat.
What’s making me burn up is him.Alex.
He’s here. I sensed him from the minute he got here. I don’t know if anyone would understand what I mean by that.Sensing.
Maybe I’m crazy.
Maybe I’m just imagining things.
If I’m not though, it’ll be my fault he’s here watching me like a stalker. That’s how it feels, but Alex isn’t that. The man looks like a Greek god, and with his masterpiece body, he doesn’t have to stalk anybody.
I stirred the nest, alerted him to my presence in his city after a four-year absence, and now that he’s here, I don’t know what to do.
I can’t believe he came after the way I ended things. Shame fills me like it always does when I remember the way I left him. No matter the circumstance, you don’t treat people you love the way I treated him. You don’t destroy a relationship like the one we had, regardless of the reason. I just had to leave when I did, disappearing from everyone.
