Forget Ever After

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Book: Forget Ever After Read Free
Author: Kallysten
Tags: Romántica, Paranormal, vampire, supernatural, Short-Story
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can’t love. But I still love
you. I knew I did from the first night I rose, and he tried
everything to convince me it wasn’t possible. I thought I believed
him, but when I saw you earlier, dancing with that guy, I knew
nothing had changed. I knew I still love you as much as I did when
I was human. And that tells me it was the real thing between us, if
everything in me changed except for that.”
    Lena moved first. Her free hand rose toward
Liam’s face and cupped his cheek, drawing him toward her as she
leaned forward. His lips were cool, but as soft as they had been in
her dreams and memories, and everything disappeared from her world
until only she and Liam remained.
    His hands dropped to her waist, and
he pulled her to sit on his lap, his gesture as tender and careful
as he had ever been, but containing a restrained strength that
changed it—and him—at the same time. Lena noticed, she
couldn’t not have noticed, and realized that the man holding her in his
arms was different from the one she had once been weeks away from
marrying. But she didn’t care, or didn’t want to care. All that
mattered for now was being with him.
    Intent on rediscovering him, she kept her lips
light on his, brushing against them, drawing back then forward
again, each touch bringing back a memory. He seemed content to let
her do as she pleased for a little while; but after a moment, his
hands tightened briefly at her waist, and in the same instant, he
deepened the kiss, his tongue all but requesting passage past her
lips. She complied with a quiet sound at the back of her throat
that he soothed by gently stroking her back along the edges of the
tulle wings.
    At first, all she felt was pure tactile
memories. She wasn’t in a club anymore. She was on the top row of
the empty bleachers, the game long over and the warmth of Liam’s
mouth and hands on hers even greater than that of the sun, high
above them. She was in the park two blocks from campus, the
leftovers from a picnic and study session forgotten for a moment to
enjoy a much-needed mental break and cuddle. She was in that small
apartment they had shared for almost two years, a new ring on her
finger, a stunned ‘yes’ still echoing in the room even as she and
Liam shared their first kiss as an engaged couple. She experienced
their three and a half years of love, in a single kiss.
    But beyond the familiar, beyond the tenderness
of Liam’s touch and the comfort of his tongue tracing well-known
patterns against hers, she could once more discern something new.
It was in the slightly coppery taste of his mouth, and in the way
his flesh warmed at her contact. It was, also, in the low growl—or
was it a purr?—that she almost felt more than she heard. It was in
the tightly possessive hold of his hands on her waist. No longer
stroking but rather clutching, as though he were afraid she would
leave.
    In all truth, she considered it. She had always
prided herself on being reasonable, and this certainly was anything
but. As much as she loved Liam, and even if he had professed his
continued love for her, she realized that she was in danger. But
when it came down to it, when they separated, when Liam helped her
up and slid out of the booth, she held on to his hand and
accompanied him out. Lena didn’t care about anything other than the
simple fact that Liam had returned to her.

    * * * *

    During the short walk to his apartment, Liam
revealed how he and the other vampires of his clan who had survived
their Master’s slaying had divided amongst themselves the money
they had found in their lair.
    “It was more than we expected. Most of it in
cash and some jewelry. I’ve used my share to pay for a few months
rent.”
    Lena did not respond, and tried not to let
herself wonder where that money and jewelry had come from. She
could easily imagine, of course, but as long as she didn’t let
herself acknowledge the victims that had certainly been
robbed—killed—things would be easier to

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