Cresent Prophecy by Axelle Chandler (sad books to read TXT) 📗

were before,” I said. “It doesn’t matter. I know you now.”

“Skye—”

“Shh,” I said, placing a finger over his lips. “You don’t have to worry about anything. They tried to break us apart. They tried, and they failed.”

“You killed him…”

I tensed and dropped my gaze. “I had to. He was trying to lure me away.” I swallowed hard. “I had to.”

“He was a fae,” he said as if he were trying to convince himself.

“He was a fae,” I confirmed. “I saw his true face and felt his intent. He was going to take me from you. For Carman’s epic revenge plot.”

“No,” he muttered. “She will never get her hands on you.”

Boone grasped my face, and before I could catch my breath, he kissed me again, this time more feverish than the last. His tongue slid against mine, my temperature rising to unbearable. This was the moment he usually pulled away, but this time, there was nothing to keep us apart.

Laying me back in the soft leaf litter, he covered my body with his and continued his exploration. His lips traced the curve of my neck as his fingers unbuttoned my blouse, and the heat of his body fought off the chill of night.

“I love you, Skye,” he murmured, his gaze meeting mine.

“I love you,” I whispered before raising my head to catch him in a kiss.

Chapter 10

I never knew the throes of passion would lead me to this moment. This moment being sex in a ditch.

Nestling up against a very naked Boone, I clung to him for warmth. I never noticed how hot his body was. Literal temperature-wise, thank you. He emitted wave after wave of heat like he was a furnace.

“You’re really warm,” I said. “You’re a big hot-water bottle.”

“Must be me metabolism,” he muttered. He picked up the talisman from where it lay between my breasts and began to study it. “You better get dressed. I don’t want you catchin’ a chill.”

“With you keeping me warm? Pfft. I’ve finally got you naked.”

“You’ve seen me naked lots of times,” he said with a chuckle. “It’s an occupational hazard.”

“Not naked naked,” I argued.

“Ahh,” he said, his lips quirking. “The infamous cock sandwich.”

I snorted and began giggling, but then a chill did shudder through my body, and I sat up, looking for my shirt.

“Skye?”

“I, uh…” Finding my blouse, I pulled it on and began doing up the buttons.

Boone sat up, pressing his chest against my arm.

“What happened?”

“He found me by St. Brigid’s,” I replied. “I wanted to convince him to go home, but… It was like he was trying to cast a spell on me. When you saw him kiss me, that’s what he did. I tried to tell you how I felt the other night, but he took my words. Boone, I didn’t…”

“Shh,” he murmured, untangling my hair with his fingers. “I know it now at least.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for it to get this far.”

His brow creased, and he pressed his forehead against my shoulder, hiding his face from me.

“Boone?”

“Aye, don’t worry yourself about it,” he murmured, meeting my gaze. “It hurt knowin’ I might lose you. It was worse thinkin’ you didn’t love me.”

“But I never—”

“Skye.” His hand turned around my knee, sending warmth through my skin. “I believe you.”

“I need you so much,” I whispered, resting my forehead against his.

He cupped my cheek and then kissed me softly on the lips. His touch was slow and tender, his stubble scratching my skin, and I sank into him with a sigh. Man, he was good.

Licking my lips, I found my underwear and shimmied into them before adding my jeans to the mix.

“Do all fae look like that?” I asked.

“Like what?”

“Like bluish-gray monsters with pointed teeth.”

Boone frowned and shook his head. “No. No, they don’t.”

“It was like he had a spell cast over him to make him look human. A glamour.” I glanced at him warily. “Do you think he was always like that? Was he always a fae?”

“I don’t know.”

I saw the look on his face. It mirrored what I felt inside my heart. If Alex had always been a fae, then he’d never wanted me. All that time we’d spent together as a couple had been a lie. And if it were true, then I’d just killed the same man I’d shared my life with.

“He delivered a prophecy,” I murmured. “Right before he died, his eyes went all misty, and he spoke in a strange voice. That’s prophesying, right?”

“What did he say?”

“The spell will be broken. The blood of the golden one will crack the chains, and she will return…”

“It does sound strange.”

“They need my blood to break the spell that’s keeping her out of Ireland,” I said. “If he’s right…”

“I don’t believe in prophecy,” Boone said.

“If he’s right, then there’s nothing we can do. They might already have what they need…”

“Skye, prophecies aren’t always straightforward. It may not be so cut-and-dry.”

“Sounds pretty straightforward to me. I’m the golden one because my magic is golden. My blood will break the curse my coven put on Carman to stop her from returning. Can’t get any more cut-and-dried as that.”

Boone tensed, and I glared at him.

“What?”

“Skye…” He stroked his hand through my hair.

“I used my magic,” I said, tugging on my socks. “We need to keep watch.”

“Aye,” Boone murmured. “Don’t worry. If somethin’ comes, we know what we’re doin’ this time.”

I sighed, hoping I’d flown under the radar. It was a fool’s hope because Alex had been an agent of Carman. When he didn’t show up to report, she would know something had happened to him. That something being death by Crescent.

“We’ll figure it out,” he said, handing me a boot. “We’ve done all right so far.”

“So far.” I zipped the side of one boot closed and shoved my foot into the other.

Boone rose to his feet, then held out his hands for me. Taking them in my own, he hauled me upright and immediately embraced me. A naked Irishman and a disheveled witch. What a sight we