Socia Black has a past she’s not
proud of. She believes that only through pain can she find redemption. Hadrian,
a warrior, who once was on the side of the Angels, knows he is fated to be with
Socia. He just needs to break down the wall she hides behind.
But the confusion of love is not
their only problem. A time lord, a gorgon and a two hundred year old dead man
stand in their way.
Socia landed with a thud on top of
hard, male flesh. She gasped out loud as she tried to catch her breath. She
felt like she had been spun around in a washing machine. Her head pounded and
her heart raced. When she had grabbed
hold of Hadrian’s arm and followed him through the time portal, she hadn’t been
thinking of anything else other than knowing she was meant to be at his side,
at that moment.
“Bloody hell,” Hadrian flung his
head back and groaned, one arm wrapping around Socia’s waist. “I feel like I’ve
been kicked by elephants.”
She rested against the solid, warm
bulk of muscle beneath her for several minutes. There was only silence now.
Before, as they whirled through time and space, the cacophony of sound which
tore at her ears had made Socia scream. To hear the cries of terror coming from
her own lips was frightening. She was not one who scared easily. But the rush
through the time portal had slammed terror into her soul. Her eyes still ached
from holding them closed against the violent flashes of neon yellow and vivid
purple that had pounded at them. Socia sighed, her body sinking against his. His? What the— Her eyes snapped open. It
was him. She wasn’t sure whether she should be alarmed or relieved.
“Let me go!” She slapped at his arm.
It was so rigid with muscle, it felt like slapping side of beef.
“Hey, you landed on me, lady,”
Hadrian pointed out, his arms dropping from around her body.
Socia pushed her hands on his chest
to lever herself off from him. She knew her arms were shaking and it wasn’t
just because of wild trip down the cosmic rabbit hole they had taken. “A
gentleman wouldn’t have grabbed.” She swung one leg over and rolled off from
him, landing flat on her back beside him.
“I’m not a gentleman.” Hadrian
stretched his hands over his head and groaned. “You weigh a ton.”
“I do not!” She would have slapped
him if she had the strength to lift her hand. “And that was a rude thing to say
that.” Surprisingly Socia felt more hurt by that than any blow that had ever
landed on her.
“I’m not known for my manners.”
“Evidently.”
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I loved this story!
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