I grin at him.
“Sister,” I say, pointing at myself and we both chuckle. I've got him, I think as I scoot a little closer and keep smiling.
The pool is lit up with small round lights in the bottom and sides, turning the water a brilliant turquoise that casts strange shadows on Brandon's face. He stares into it like there's something there that he wants—and that he wants a hell of a lot more than me.
I guess even chess geeks can be assholes.
“Do you like to read?” I ask him, lifting up the book clutched at my side and trying to pass it over. Brandon glances casually my way, fixes his glasses yet again, and smiles.
“I don't have a lot of time to read,” he tells me, and although that's a common enough thing to say, there's an edge to it. His hand tightens around his knee, knuckles going white as he squeezes it. Fuck, what the hell is this guy's problem?
Now I'm already trying to figure out how to get away from Brandon, so I can read. Why are guys in books so much less dickish than ones in real life? Cuter, too. Oh, and they never have pimples. Brandon has one on his chin which is fucking fine, or would be if he wasn't being an apathetic dick.
“Okay,” I whisper under my breath, noticing that his eyes have glazed over and he really isn't paying attention to me anymore.
I stand up, feeling flustered, and start off toward the trees near the back of the property. Whoever's house this is, their parents are loaded and there are all these beautiful white lights strung up across the yard. I make a beeline toward a bench beneath the voluminous folds of an oak and take a seat, lying on my back and wishing I hadn't let Lorna put any makeup on my face.
“What a waste,” I murmur as I crack the book and try to find my place.
“I love you, baby,” he says, cupping the back of my neck and pulling me close. Our foreheads touch and my breath falls out in a rush. His fingertips burn; his mouth is hot. I've never wanted anything as much as I want him.
“Lucky bitch,” I mutter as I flip to the next page.
I'm so into my book that I don't notice Brandon making his way across the sweeping lawns toward me, his dark hair shimmering under the strands of Edison bulbs strung from the trees. The only reason I look up at all is because I hear the distinctive clicking sound of a hammer being pulled back.
“Oh, for Christ's sake, I'm late,” a voice snaps, and my head whips up, goose bumps taking over my arms, crawling down my back.
The book falls to my chest as I struggle to sit up, gaping at the man standing not six inches from the end of the bench.
His hair is jet-black, his eyes red as blood. And on his head, a pair of white rabbit ears sits, one perked and standing upright, the other flopped in half. He stares at Brandon for a moment and then with a gloved hand, reaches into the pocket on his red vest. Pulling out a stopwatch, he checks the time with an agitated sigh.
“Fuck,” he says again, and then he lifts up a gun with his opposite hand and points the barrel in Brandon's direction.
“No, wait!” Brandon calls out, falling to his knees and putting his hands together in a prayer position. “I just need more time for—”
The red-eyed boy's floppy left ear perks up at the same time he raises an eyebrow.
“King's orders,” is all he says, and then he's pulling the trigger and putting a bullet through Brandon Carmichael's forehead. Blood spatters the lenses of his glasses before he slumps to the side into the grass.
“Brandon!” I scream, scrambling off the bench and stumbling over to him. I sink to my knees in the mud and feel the side of his neck for a pulse. In my heart of hearts, I know that he's dead, but I have to check. I just have to. “What did you do?!” I shout, but Brandon's murderer just stares at me blandly and checks his pocket watch again.
“Hearts, I really am late,” he scowls, tucking the watch back in his vest and tossing the gun to the ground at his feet. With one last glance at me, he turns away. The rabbit ears on the top of his head twitch (something I should've wondered about, but at the time seemed the least weird of all the shit happening around me) before he takes off across the yard at a jog.
I might be a bit of a loner, more likely to sit and read on a Saturday night than go out with friends, but there is no fucking way I'm letting a murderer run free.
Yanking the cell from my pocket, I dial 911 at the same time I stand up.
“I've just witnessed a shooting,” I gasp, adrenaline surging through my limbs. Before I can second-guess myself, I start to run, picking up the gun as I go.
I blurt the address out to the operator and then shove my phone back in the dress, leaving the connection open so if anything happens to me, the police might still be able to find my body …
Thinking about it later, I'd realize that I wasn't just a stupid teenager making an even stupider decision, I was compelled to follow the White Rabbit.
“Hey!” I shout, stumbling after the psycho, the murder weapon clutched in my sweaty hands. “Stop, asshole!”
My breath screams in my lungs as I struggle to keep up, heart pounding, brain scrambling to remember how exactly I'm supposed to hold this revolver in case I need to take a shot. Isn't there a spot that'll blow your finger off if you touch it there while firing? Or was that an internet rumor? I can't remember!
The rabbit-eared nutcase dives into the bushes with me following after him, my dress catching on branches as I follow the rustling, quivering motions of the foliage.
They lead me right to him.
Or more specifically, to the edge of a very large, very suspicious looking hole.
There's no time to think, to wonder, to question.
One minute, my feet are safely on the ground. The next, I'm tumbling into blackness.
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C.M. Stunich is a self-admitted bibliophile with a love for exotic teas and a whole host of characters who live full time inside the strange, swirling vortex of her thoughts. Some folks might call this crazy, but Caitlin Morgan doesn't mind - especially considering she has to write biographies in the third person. Oh, and half the host of characters in her head are searing hot bad boys with dirty mouths and skillful hands (among other things). If being crazy means hanging out with them everyday, C.M. has decided to have herself committed.
She hates tapioca pudding, loves to binge on cheesy horror movies, and is a slave to many cats. When she's not vacuuming fur off of her couch, C.M. can be found with her nose buried in a book or her eyes glued to a computer screen. She's the author of over fifty novels - romance, new adult, fantasy, and young adult included. Please, come and join her inside her crazy. There's a heck of a lot to do there.
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My illustrious literary career began in high school, with an epic tale about a kick ass heroine and her swoon worthy boyfriends, but was put on ice for a number of years while adult life happened. I moved across the ditch from my native New Zealand and met my now husband, we had a fur baby and then a real baby, we opened two bars and a restaurant, and then life came full circle and by a series of unfortunate events I uncovered a 'book' I had written as a fourteen year old. It was... atrocious. But it inspired me to begin again! And do it better this time... or at least I hope so...
With the skeptical support of my darling husband, our cherubic baby and a possessed cat, Kit Davenport came to life.
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Table of Contents
Table of Contents
Front Matter Title Page
Copyright
Dedication
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Authors' Note
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Back Matter Authors' Note
Elements of Desire Cover
Pack Obsidian Gold Cover
Tiger's Ambush Cover
Allison's Adventures in Underland Cover
Allison's Adventures in Underland Chapter One
Keep Up With The Fun
More Books By C.M. Stunich
About the Author
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