by Kyra Whitton
He wondered what she found, what Mora offered she just couldn’t refuse. Mora certainly had worlds at her fingertips, he just… he’d thought maybe he could be enough.
Eggs peeled away from the non-stick surface as he began to scrub. The last meal he had made in it was potatoes for Evie, but that was nearly six months past. Coming back to summer made the most sense; he wouldn’t tie her up in knots of time if they just picked up where they left that first trip across the veil.
He rinsed off a plate then turned off the faucet with the back of his wrist before shaking off the last drops of water and sliding the plate in next to the skillet. He dried his hands on the cloth hanging over the side of the sink and tossed it back down before turning.
“Shit.”
Evie grinned from where she sat perched on top of his kitchen table. She wore a leather bodice with three intertwined rings—rings he knew all too well and had tried to forget—etched into the smooth center of the chest, just over the swell of her breasts.
“I didn’t think you would come back.”
She swung her legs like a kid at an ice cream parlor. “I may have overshot a bit.” She held up hand, in it the skein of red yarn.
“Did you know several cultures have mythologies about the tapestries of man? Many depict the fates sitting at their looms, weaving the threads of a life with those of another then intertwining them and bringing them together?” She pulled a bit of the yarn out from the skein, examining it.
“No, I didn’t.”
“Alexander Carlisle, we have long been connected by a thread. Through time and space, through worlds, we have found each other, and I have no plans to let you go. If you’ll still have me, that is.”
He lifted an eyebrow. “And if I refuse?” he murmured as he stepped closer, coming to stand between her legs.
“Then I suppose I will be having dinner with my parents alone tonight.”
His lips brushed against hers. She pressed herself into him as she crushed her mouth to his, twining her arms around his neck.
He pulled away, breathless. “I suppose I could work dinner into my schedule.”
She nipped at his bottom lip. “And after that, how would you like to help me take over the world?”
A word about the author…
Kyra earned a Bachelor of Science degree in History, Technology, and Society from the Georgia Institute of Technology and a Master of Arts degree in American Studies from Kennesaw State University.
Before turning to writing full-time, she worked in higher education and was a contributing author for college-level textbooks.
She lives with her husband and four children wherever the U.S. Army sends them.
Kyra is also the author of Into The Otherworld, the first book in the Breaking The Veil series.
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