By Joanne Harris
Joanne Harris' robust imaginative and prescient of a close to destiny the place 'outside' is a specific thing of the past.
This tale is taken from the gathering, Beacons: tales For Our now not So far away destiny, which demanding situations celebrated writers to contemplate the weather situation. All writer royalties may be donated to the cease weather Chaos Coalition.
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But that was before she’d met Gabriel. He reminded her that she was indeed alive. She glanced at the St Michael’s medal in her hand. It used to bring her pain and comfort in equal Page 35 measure. Now as she stroked the necklace with her thumb all she had was fond memories. She met Gabriel’s eyes. He trembled under her regard. She could tell what it was costing him to wait. He’d live with whatever she decided, but hope burned eternal in his gaze. “Do it,” she said, then braced herself. Just like when they’d made love, Rachel felt a slight sting as his teeth broke the skin on her neck.
If she didn’t get relief soon, she wouldn’t hear a word that Gabriel had to say. She bit her lip and blood welled. Gabriel’s gaze locked on her mouth. He hadn’t moved, but the heat coming off him was approaching nuclear. His eyes devoured her. Everywhere his gaze touched ignited an answering flame inside of her. She mewed. ” “I could ask you the same thing,” he said. His nostrils flared and his muscles tensed, revealing the outline of his straining arousal. Rachel’s breath caught as a new kind of hunger struck.
A is for Acid Rain, B is for Bee (Beacons Story Collection) by Joanne Harris