Free Rage's Story (Vanish Book 1) by Elle Michaels Page A

then turn my back and walk back to my bike.
    The morning is close.
     

 
     
     
    13.
     
    I ascend the stairs the familiar three flights and head towards her room, three sixty seven. It’s time, Auna.
    The door is open. She’s not alone.
    Aston.
    You fuck.
    I take a single, wide stride into the room, but Auna steps between us. She places her hand spread against my chest. She lifts herself by her toes, pressing her lips into mine, and for a moment the world is nothing but her taste.
    When she releases, lowering herself back to her heels, she keeps my gaze. It’s nothing. He’s nothing, she tells me.
    I feel her palm press against my chest, urging.
    Don’t worry, Auna. Violence is over. The night is lifted.
    As I step back through the open doorway, I catch sight of his face just once, a tear drenched scowl, but it’s not for her. How he stares down, I see it’s for him, for all he’s done. He destroyed his world, he knows there’s no place in it for her.
    She grabs my hand and leads me down the stairs, her feet quickening pace as she nears the bottom like each step lifts a pound of weight from her shoulders, like wings are sprouting from her perfect shoulder blades and lifting her. I trace them in the space around her, fixed upon her by my eyes.
    When we exit the building she twists about, searching eagerly. I watch her while I smile. When she gives in, staring back at me, I tilt my head towards the alley and she races towards it. She finds my bike and poses beside it. Her tan legs glimmer in the growing sunlight, her curves sultry and accentuated by the way she leans, bent forward hands gripping the leather seat.
    “What do you say, Wes?”
    Against it all, the hells behind her, the pain still hiding within, she plays. In rebellion to it all, she smiles back at me, sexy. The exhaustion lifts, youthful arrogance descends. We’re children. And nothing before now is real. Only the smooth touch of her skin and the aroma of her scent. I sit, and she sits behind me, her long arms wrap around my waist and her hands find their way beneath my shirt, exploring. Her fingers spread across my abs while I start the engine, the rumble vibrating through us. I let the wheel spin and we race out onto the road, race into the sunrise, into the day, running, running, away together...
     
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    Aston’s Story
     
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