Eluding Nirvana (The Dark Evoke Series Book 2) Read Free Page A

stare, and one even walked into a streetlamp as he gawked at the spectacle. Being physically ejected from Liam’s car had made me feel like a cheap whore, and I would have bet my life that any viewers would have strung the, ‘whore with an unhappy punter’ assumption, together.
    Overlapping my right arm across my body, I grasped the top of my left arm, as it hung tensed, down the span of my body, pressing my floating black mini skirt against my legs to stop the breezes intention of whipping it up and exposing me physically. I already felt exposed emotionally.
    For a Wednesday night the streets of Dorchester were surprisingly bustling. I meandered on autopilot, taking my time to deliberate in my dazed state, what exactly had just happened, through the masses.
    I found w hat hurt the most, was his lack of humanity. Who in their right state of mind, would repeatedly and brutally, press against their partner’s temple in anger just to prove a point? Dammit, who the fuck would physically shove them out of the car, in the middle of December, wearing a miniskirt and knee-high boots, without a fucking jacket, to walk home at night, alone? The fire which burned in the depths of his eyes and mounted to the surface, the tensing of his jaw, even the disgusted glower he aimed at me, it all revolved around my mind as I made my way through the streets, passing a guy sitting on a wall corner muttering in hushed voices to, who I could have only have speculated, was a man who needed his nightly fix.
    My musing was cut short as I became aware of a car slowing beside me. “Hey,” a deep voice boomed through the window, and at that moment, I cu rsed Liam DeLaney and his anger to the fifth Circle of Hell. “Hey,” the voice repeated again. Unenthusiastic, I stopped mid-stride and craned my head to come face-to-face with a black and silver pick-up; the man’s left arm rested across the steering wheel, a black flat-cap on top of his head had cast a shadow across his face. “Can I give you a lift, darlin’?”
    A lift? Yeah okay, I inwardly scoffed. I knew what ‘a lift’ meant, and realizing that I’d been approached by a random stranger, who boldly propositioned me, made me realize the degree of how shameful, and how much of an indecent person I was, especially with my clothing choices. God, no wonder Liam’s parents hated me.
    It was in that moment, the mental fog lifted. I di dn’t need a pole tattooed on me to indicate my profession. I blatantly had stripper/whore marked all over me, and men could smell it like a bitch in heat.
    “ No thank you. I’m fine,” I replied with an enforced smile.
    “You sure, darlin’? These streets can get a little rowdy after nightfall. It’s no place for a lady to be walking around without a chaperone.” I couldn’t see his face, but my God, he was a smooth talker, and that accent…
    I smiled. “No, honestly. Thank you, but no.”
    “Very well, darlin’,” he began to pull away. “You have a good night.” He beeped his horn, and then he too, was gone.
    Parked in its designated space in the parking lot, was the BMW. Thank God, Liam was already home. I didn’t have my keys, and I didn’t relish the idea of being locked out in that weather much longer. My arms were like ice blocks attached to my torso, the painful tensing of every muscle in my body from shivering, made me feel nauseous, and I swore my lips were turning blue.
    Stepping under the porch, the hallway light which beamed through the glass entranceway lit up the buzzers on the ri ght-hand wall. I pressed for 8c and waited.
    “Hello.”
    “It’s me. Can you let me in please?”
    “That depends––” he countered, totally unconcerned for the risk of me catching hypothermia.
    “Liam,” I whined, tossing my head back with my hands concealing my face. “Please, this is no place to talk. Just let me in.”
    His sniffling was rough and husky as it vibrated over the telecom. “Cold out there is it, Kady baby?” His lack