Absolute Surrender by Georgia Lyn Hunter

What was the use of being the descendent of an angel when she couldn’t even be with Aethan? It hurt far worst to know he would never belong to her, never be part of her in that most intimate way. Her fingers balled at the sudden, sharp ache in her chest. It was only when he grew aroused that the tingles became sharper and sent her libido skyrocketing. When she’d touched Aethan, a light current had streamed through her, more arousing than painful. They appeared to be normal, the tanned skin smooth, her fingernails cut short. Why couldn’t she be more like Kira? Carefree, taking life as it came? And maybe all this wouldn’t hurt so much.Įxhaling roughly, she traced the grooves of the wooden table with a finger then stopped to look at her hands. On her way to the bar, Kira laughed and flirted with some regulars. “Actually, by the looks of you, definitely something stronger.” She grabbed the Pepsi before Echo could open her mouth and bopped off again. Moments later, Kira danced over, her hazel eyes sparkling. Waving at Kira, Echo took a seat in her friend’s section. There were a few empty tables but that would all change and the frenzy would set in, in another hour. Pushing open the door to the lounge, the smell of fried food and alcohol welcomed her.Īt this time of the day, the bar was relaxed. Those fiends didn’t come out during the day, since it was lethal for them - the sun incinerated their sensitive corneas and caused instant death. It was just past noon, so she’d be safe from any demonii attack. She hefted her gym bag over her shoulder, zipped up her windbreaker, and shoved her hands into her pockets, encountering the soothing warmth of her stones. Being with her friend would give her some much-needed time to get her emotions under control. She wanted to be among people, get lost in the crowd, and forget her misery for a while - forget the disaster her life was shaping out to be.

Her head pounded despite the pain meds she’d taken earlier.

Aethan squeezed his eyes tight, feeling as if he couldn’t breathe as the door slammed shut behind her.Īfter work, Echo crossed over to East First Street and headed for the Peacock Lounge.

Absolute Surrender by Georgia Lyn Hunter