Free Chains of Frost: The Bellum Sisters 1 by T. A. Grey, Regina Wamba Page B

stomach injury. Her hands perched
like hummingbirds on his pecks.
    “Why can’t it happen again? I
think about you, Henry. I dream about you.” Her voice was a bare whisper, a gentle
tickle over his ear. Her warmth permeated his body, making him want to pull her
closer, wrap himself around her. Bitterness crept in. He stepped back,
welcoming the chill over his sweaty skin.
    “It doesn’t matter why.”
    “Of course it does,” she said
with a shake of her head. Her dark hair whipped side to side, shining in the
light. He’d always wondered how it would feel if he touched it. Slightly
coarse, satin soft, or something altogether different. “Henry, please just tell
me why we can’t be together.”
    Henry stilled and looked away
from her. She was so adamant. Frustration laced her voice. It hurt to know that
he was denying her. Fine, he’d tell her. He’d tell her, then never speak of it
again and avoid her at all costs. Even if that meant disobeying his commander,
because after she knew the truth, he wouldn’t be able to hide his bitterness or
anger.
    Henry locked gazes with her and
marched up to her, cupping her face in his hands. She stretched toward him as
if she’d been waiting for this moment. Her eyes fluttered like they wanted to
close, her lips moved toward his. If he wasn’t as tall as he was, she might
have come close to reaching them too.
    “Open your eyes. Look at me when
I tell you this, Nanu.” She did, the crinkles at the corner of her eyes pulling
tight with concern. “I won’t be with you because I can’t do what I do and come
back to someone like you. I take lives for a living, you save them. It doesn’t
mix. It won’t work. Blood is on my hands every single day, no matter how much I
wash. It’s always there. The faces of those I take are always with me. I kill
fathers, brothers, sons, people with families. I am a killer, Nanu, not a man
for you.”
    She breathed unsteadily; her eyes
glinted on the verge of tears. He cursed and this time pushed her out of the
doorway and moved around her. He hit the first step when she spoke.
    “Wait, wait. That’s it?”
Stiffening, he turned slowly to her. He looked at her as if this would be the
last time he did so.
    “No. You, Nanu. You’re the other
reason.”
    She called out after him to wait,
to explain what he meant, but he ignored her pleas and didn’t turn back around.
     

Chapter Nine
     
     
    Chloe tossed the covers off her
fire-drenched body. Sweat beaded her forehead and neck, soaking the pillow
beneath her head. What was wrong with her?
    She turned and rolled around on
the bed no longer finding any comfort in the soft cushion. Where had her damn
angel feathers gone?
    Her arms latched onto her stomach
and she moaned deeply. Sharp, gut-wrenching stabs beat inside her like knives
trying to break out of her skin. Her breaths wheezed in and out and suddenly
the pain was gone as if it’d actually broken out of her body.
    Panting, Chloe arched her back
off the bed as a blinding energy pulsed inside her. Pants turned into a long,
drawn-out moan, and liquid heat pooled between her legs, as her breasts pulled
tight and heavy.
    She was drugged or had food
poisoning. Something was wrong. She moaned as her stomach jerked and another
wave of wet release pulsed through her core. What kind of food poisoning did this? No, no, impossible. It wasn’t time yet. She had another day.
    Shakily she came to her feet,
wobbling so hard she grabbed onto the corner of the bedpost to keep from
falling. The wood was hard beneath her hands, solid and thick. She pushed her
chest into it, reveling in the hard strength of it, then she rubbed her lips
across the wood.
    “Oh, my God!” Jerking away from
the all-too-sexy post, she wobbled over to the dresser to pull her clothes back
on. Oh, God! Each step swished her sex’s lips back and forth, bringing
forth a surging need deep within her. She only got as far as pulling on a baggy
T-shirt, before she flung open the