Edge, Episode Two: Season One (Edge, A Serial Series Book 2) Read Free

ahead of his navigators, needing only that pull to guide him. The closer he got to her the more invincible he felt…the more vulnerable he felt.
    She was a walking fantasy. A woman that was not afraid to speak her mind. One that was comfortable in her own skin and drop dead gorgeous. Her eyes would be the death of any man. They had a lure to them, and when he managed to get past that point, let his stare travel down her body, he thanked every God he knew in his life that at the very least he was able to cross that enigmatic beauty’s path.
    “Swimming?” he said with a lifted brow.
    “It’s hot.”
    Kenson looked down at his uniform. He was dressed for battle, one he would lead men into in just a few short hours. In all truth he should be prepping them, but the opportunity to see Reveca was too tempting for him to pass up.
    Slowly he unbuttoned his coat. When she whistled he chuckled a near silent laugh, flashing a carefree smile that he only let her see.
    He took everything off but his bottom undergarments. He’d sensed her fear, that trembling that possessed her when their moments became too intimate.
    Deep down , that innocent girl that she was would emerge in moments like this. He didn’t want that girl to ever leave Reveca, would wait forever for her if he had to. He’d traveled less than stellar roads in life, lived through one too many dares, and even though while he was doing that he was fighting for much needed change, he still crossed lines that were better left alone. He wanted it be different with Reveca. He wanted to savor her for all that she was.
    Slowly he made his way into the water . She eased back. That innocent little sexy smile was on her lips, but he could tell she was nervous.
    “You sounded so fierce tonight ,” she said finally.
    He raised his brow as he lowered himself in the water. “You heard me?”
    “Maybe not every word, but I knew it was you.”
    “It was intense,” he said as his stare slowly moved across her face.
    “You don’t agree with them.”
    “I don’t agree with a lot of people.”
    “But you’re going to listen to them?”
    Kenson bit his lip. If this were any other time, he would have moved his armies on. He would have told this coven that had sought his protection that he didn’t have time to protect them from wars they invented. But it wasn’t any other time. This time Reveca was involved. This time his fight had a deeper reason. He was fighting for honor, the honor of holding a noble woman for the rest of his life.
    He wasn’t clear on where Jamison or even Lorecan came from . He’d heard the legends, seen their power, no doubt. What he was clear on was that they were not hired henchmen; they were not brute warriors but the men behind the war, the ones moving the pieces, those that supposedly had the ability to see the ‘big picture.’
    Kenson believed that in order to have the favor that either of those had with Reveca’s father, he’d have to bend to their will. Without doubt, it was not easy for Kenson to bend. In fact, it was a brutal hell.
    “I’m going to defend your land ,” he said finally.
    “Mine.”
    “Yes, yours…the nature here calls you by name.”
    She laughed. “Most of this land is swamp. Am I the queen of the slithery things that crawl through the night?”
    “No…you’re the queen of that power I see in your eyes. There’s enough there to create your own little world.”
    Reveca blushed and hoped that the moonlight didn’t reveal that.
    “Why do you keep moving away from me? It was your idea to swim,” Kenson said as he splashed her.
    She splashed back. “I don’t get you.”
    Kenson ran his fingers through his dark, wet locks. “What’s there not to get? I’m by far not as complicated as your father’s favorites.”
    “You’re not as damaged , either.”
    He lifted a brow.
    “Jamison, he’s running from something. Broke away from some life he didn’t want to live anymore. He doesn’t even know who he is.