Page 20 of Destined Dawn
I openmy eyes and look up into a creamy blue sky. Beneath me the earth is hard and the air is bitingly cold.
Where the hell am I?
“Spencer?” I turn my head to the left and find Rhi lying beside me, long prairie grass caging us in.
Her cheeks are a little pink and she’s trying real hard to keep her eyes trained on my face. I lower my hands and cover my junk.
“What happened?” I ask.
“I spoke with the beast, and then he took me on a run.” She smiles at me. “We’re miles from the house.”
“And it’s freezing,” I say, shivering against the cold.
“Is he always this thoughtless?” she says.
“You have no fucking idea,” I say, rolling my eyes. We should stand up, and start walking back to the mansion. It’sonly going to get colder. But there’s something tantalizing about lying out here with her, hidden away from everything and everyone. I wonder if he planned it that way. “What did he say to you?”
“Lots of things.” She doesn’t move. It seems she is as happy to lie here as I am.
“Like …” I prompt.
“He says you’re ashamed of what you are. That you’re ashamed of him.”
I sigh. “I’m not … ashamed.”
“Really?”
“You have no idea what it’s like to lose control, to have no memory of where you’ve been or what you’ve done. No idea if you’ve fucked up, or hurt someone or …”
“Spencer,” she says. “I understand.”
I nod. “I met another werebeast. He was locked in the cell with me. Before then, I’d never met another were outside my family. I liked him.” I shrug my shoulders. “I don’t know, he made me feel better about myself even when those bastards were telling me I was nothing but scum.”
“I don’t think you should be ashamed. You’re a hell of a lot better than they are.”
“Am I?” I say, staring into her eyes.
“Well, the beast thinks you’re an idiot.”
“Fucking charming. He’s the one who’s left me in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of winter, without any clothes.”
Rhianna giggles and the sound has my stomach spinning. I’ve always liked that sound and I want to make it my mission to make her laugh as often as I can. No more tears because of me.
“It does leave you in rather a pickle.”
“It does leaveyouwith rather an eyeful,” I say winking at her, and letting my biceps flex.
“I’ve seen it all before, remember? In the locker room?”
“Not this up close and personal, though.”
Now she rolls her eyes. “Congratulations, you have a very beautiful body, Spencer Moreau.”
“Yours is pretty damn beautiful too, Rhianna Blackwaters.”
She snorts and I nearly screw everything up by making some pig joke. Instead, I bite my tongue.
“It is,” I say. “Your tits, your hips, your ass.” My eyes flicker all over her, soaking her up. “Oh fuck, your ass.”
