Breathe Me Smith and Belle (Royals Saga #11) - Geneva Lee Page 0,82
ice. Belle finally turned and I beckoned her closer. “Beautiful, come to me.”
Her eyes were hollow again—a ghost’s eyes—then she blinked, startling with confusion.
“Careful,” I warned. “Just walk towards me.”
Her eyes flickered in fear to the ice below her and she tightened her grip on Penny. “Smith? Where…?”
I couldn’t risk stepping on to the ice to bring her back to safety. She had to come to me, but she didn’t move. Behind us, there were distant shouts. Our eyes locked on each other and everything else faded away.
“Forever, beautiful,” I reminded her, my promise becoming entreaty.
Please God, don’t take my forever. Don’t take my heart. Don’t take my world.
“Please,” I begged her, holding out my hand. “Please come back to me.”
There was no command in my voice. I wasn’t ordering her. I was begging for my life out there on that barely frozen pond.
Belle slid her foot forward, her chest heaving as the next followed. Her eyes stayed trained on me, and I urged her forward with my hand extended. Time slowed until there was only her and me and our heartbeats. Her fingers closed over mine and time shot forward. Penny’s cries flooded the air along with shouts and a terrible splintering pop below our feet. I grasped her wrist, wrenching her off the ice, away from danger, back to me. She crashed into my arms, a thunderclap booming behind us as the ice gave way where she’d just stood.
“Smith,” she sobbed my name, clutching me, Penny pressed between us wailing. “Smith…”
I looked into her wide eyes and found the fear pounding inside me there.
“Help me,” she pleaded. “I don’t know...why…”
The ice collapsed behind us, sending the water trapped below cresting over the splintered pieces until there was hardly any of it left. I pressed her closer, whispering promises as I kissed the top of her head followed by Penny’s. They were safe, and nothing like this would have again. I wouldn’t allow it. I never thought it would come to this.
But I would protect her from anything—even herself.
Smith and Belle fight for answers and each other in the stunning conclusion to this duet, Break Me, book twelve in the Royals Saga.
Available January 11, 2021.
Break Me
We thought our lives were starting, but our nightmare is just beginning.
Belle changed me. She made me a better man. But I’ll have to accept the monster I once was if I’m going to protect our future.
Because we’ve let something dark into our home, but it won’t break us. Nothing—and no one—will come between us. No matter what sins I have to commit.
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Sterling didn’t stay. Adair didn’t leave. Now he’s back for what he abandoned: her.
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