The Light We Seek (Together We Fall, #2)

by Katie May

I didn’t have the heart to tell Rachel that Daddy had approximately twenty other side hoes, both men and women.

My love life was seriously depressing.

I really didn’t want to invite any more people onto the “Adelaide talks to” train.

I really didn’t like being a sacrificial offering.

And people said I was messed up.

The world needed more warriors.

I turned towards Sarge, our team leader, with narrowed eyes. He was currently holding Addie’s black cat, Mof—My Only Friend. My girl was a bit dramatic.

I stared at my true love with hungry eyes. You know how people claim that someone, somewhere, held the other half of your soul? Well, I’d found mine. Hot, steamy, delicious. Smiling contently, I took a sip of my coffee. The heat burned going down my throat, but it was worth it. Coffee was life.

Addie: Ryder, don’t lock people in cages. It’s not nice. Ronan, don’t fart in people’s faces. Calax, please learn proper English grammar, or I’ll have to break up with you. I smirked at my phone as a flurry of text messages came through. Calax: I do apologize, my fair lady. I will work diligently to text the way you prefer, my beloved. Ryder: so whipped. Ronan: whipped

Not dealing was my way of not feeling.

“You’re so beautiful. So perfect. You’ve been driving me crazy, girl. I know you feel the tension too.” What I felt was the irresistible urge to stab him in his Tic Tac sized balls.

I’d finally found my element and that element was kicking a guy in the balls.

With that, I stormed from her house. It was a solid ten on my dramatic exits scale.

Ronan, the bastard hellspawn, decided that it would be hilarious if he cheated at UNO. How does one cheat, you ask? Well, it involves numerous Draw 4 cards hidden up your sleeve. People have gone to war over a lot less.

I suddenly found myself sandwiched between two very hot men.

As best friends, it was my job to make sure they were safe, happy, and moderately pissed off at me.

Wasn’t it about time I got a happily ever after instead of a kick in my nonexistent ballsack?

I could die like this, wrapped in Cal’s embrace as he kissed me and kissed me and kissed me.

Calax’s arms were still wrapped around me, and he peppered kisses across my cheekbones.

I loved his kisses, loved being in his arms, but a wicked part of me craved another set of arms—or five or six.

Normally, I would’ve been cool with the whole supportive boyfriend thing, especially when his girlfriend was a vindictive psychopath, but now, it only made me nervous.

The general consensus seemed to be confusion.

I nodded as well. It seemed as if we were doing the silent, brooding routine.

There would be a lot of asses getting kicked if that was the case.

Damn. Why did he have to go and use logic?

“Are we leaving yet?” Ryder called from the front porch. “My suitcase is heavy!” “That’s because he’s too shallow to allow the suitcase to touch the ground,” Asher said. Ryder gasped in mock outrage. “It’s designer!”

I may or may not have also let out a string of unladylike curses.

When the world was finally saved, I wanted to be able to live with myself and my actions. I wanted us to be a race worthy of being saved.

I used my blood as a makeshift paint. Demented? Yes. Effective? Also yes.

Let me make something perfectly clear to you. Never, and I mean never, is it a smart idea to throw yourself off a bridge.

I wondered what he’d seen during his tumble that led him to believe that because I saw jack shit.

“I’m going to check upstairs too.” Because knowing my luck, they’d be hundreds of Ragers wearing “Kill Adelaide” T-shirts.

I tried to put as much warmth into my smile as I could muster. I’m afraid the end result made me appear more constipated than anything else.

I was a conceited bastard.

Yes, I was an asshole, but so was she.

“You think I’m a nutcase.” Kind of.

Addie owned me, heart, body, and mind.

My baby was a fighter.

If I had to, I would stab a motherfucker.

Fallon smirked, as if he knew exactly where my thoughts had headed, before grabbing the first aid kit from my hands. Tam looked up at me, blushed, and then attempted to hide himself underneath a blanket. The boy didn’t have to hide. He was perfection in human form. Tam’s face turned even redder, and Fallon coughed to cover up his laugh. Shit.

I would be the first to admit that the whole alpha male thing was attractive, but it was also immensely annoying.

I noticed, somewhat dizzily, that he had numerous rings adorning his fingers.

I contemplated hitting him upside the head. Hopefully, that would knock sense into him.

He couldn’t just steal my cat and expect to live.

Why couldn’t they have just let me sleep? Did they want me to go on a murder spree?

Damn bipolar weather. Couldn’t it just decide to be warm or cold without all the drama?

“Whatcha doing?” I asked in my cute voice.

I debated whether or not I wanted to kick him in the nuts.

They said that Kyle and his friends “accidentally” found themselves inside the hole as well. They wouldn’t tell me who pushed them, but I had my suspicions. After all, my guys did enjoy doing things as a team.

I absolutely lost it. The volcano erupted. There were casualties.