Two Kingdoms (The Dark Side, #3)

by Kristy Cunning

“We weren’t doing well at all. We just found ways to supplement something we didn’t know was missing.” Clearing my throat, I restrain my smile. I doubt he’d say that if he wasn’t halfway asleep. “Our bond wasn’t complete with just four,”

“You’d all really rather sleep in your own rooms because you’re mad at me, and suffer through those nightmares, than to have to share a bed with me? I thought you were simply being petty, but you must truly hate me to knowingly put yourselves through that,” I say on a strained whisper. “All because I wandered off to try and learn more about myself while the four of you plotted your own plan behind my back? Do you not see the hypocrisy, or do you just find my thoughts and needs to be completely irrelevant? Am I still really that insignificant?”

It’s still Ezekiel under me. I can tell by the tribal tattoo coming up from the top of his jeans where his shirt has risen up. His body is warm under mine, and his arms are still around me, holding me to him just the same as when I finally gave in to the emotional and physical exhaustion and fell asleep.

For the first time, it feels like we’re a true unit.

“The next time you take off to do something you just know you have to do, I want you to come find me and take me with you,”

All I know is that I love the way it feels…as though he’s somehow turned us into one entity for this brief moment as every touch between us gets magnified.

“Sorry, but our somewhat insane girlfriend gets herself into a lot of fucking trouble when we’re not around,”