Destiny Gift (The Everlast Trilogy) - By Juliana Haygert Page 0,67

Victor, was he? In truth, right at this moment, I didn’t care. All I wanted was to kiss him back.

And I did. His mouth was sweeter than I could have hoped for, his tender lips eagerly moving against mine, his tongue exploring my mouth as if it were a new, rich land to be discovered. One of his hands traveled up my spine until his fingers knotted my hair. The other hand went down, cupping my hips. Oh, and I was over him too, my hands already under his shirt, exploring his lean, hard muscles.

He pulled my hair back, making me tilt my chin up. Startled by how avid he was, I moaned. In my dreams, I had believed he would be gentle and calm. Very different from this Victor. And I loved every second of it.

“By the way,” he breathed in my ear, “you’re so, so beautiful.”

With his tongue, he traced a line down my neck to my collarbone. He bit it, scorching my skin, using his hands to press me against him. I felt intoxicated by his scent, by his touch, his breath.

I pulled his shirt over his head and threw it on the floor. Then, he tugged on my dress. I closed my eyes and prepared myself for this moment. I had been naked in front of a guy only once before, and he had been too drunk to really care. This was going to be different. With my eyes still closed, I brushed my hair aside and gave him access to the zipper.

A stab hurt my chest, and tingles spread over my skin.

When I opened my eyes, I wasn’t in the room with Victor anymore.

I was at the pub, watching over Morgan, Micah, and Brock. What the hell? What was I doing here? A ghost-type vision now? Was this a sick joke? Please, I wanted to get out of here, to get back to my room, back to Victor’s arms.

But I couldn’t leave. An intense feeling in my gut made me approach and observe them. I pushed Victor and his sizzling touch out of my mind.

The trio discussed something, their serious conversation interrupted by a chuckle or two. However, there was something strange going on. Whenever Micah or Morgan weren’t looking, Brock glanced to a corner in the back of the pub. I frowned, and with a feeling I was supposed to find out whatever it was, I went to the back of the pub, behind the stage. I found a corridor with dressing rooms, restrooms, and storage doors. I followed the corridor to the end to a door that led outside. I opened the door and froze.

For a moment, I couldn’t register what I saw.

But I knew: demons. Dozens, maybe. Large, nasty creatures with pointed teeth and crippled bodies, slobber dripping down their slanted mouths, sharp claws where fingers should be. Bats hovered over them, silhouetted by the dark skies.

My stomach hit the floor, and nausea made me lean against the doorframe.

What were they doing here?

One of them, clasping a sharp spear, entered the back door and ran down the corridor. He met three humans who halted and opened their mouths to scream. Before they could emit a sound, the demon held his spear high and stabbed their hearts, deft and fast. Their bodies crumpled to the floor, and he stomped over them without losing his focus.

I screamed. Thankfully, I was a ghost here.

The demon stopped at the pub’s door at the end of the corridor and spied from it. Brock glanced at him. Relief showed in his features, then he nodded toward Morgan and Micah.

The blood drained out of me.

“Hurry,” a disembodied voice whispered.

The whole image disappeared—the demons and bats outside, the dead bodies in the corridor, Brock nodding at Morgan and Micah—gone.

“Nadine!” Victor held me in his arms, seated on the bed. The worried look he cast over my face touched me. I took a deep breath and counted while my pulse slowed and my breathing grew easier.

I couldn’t believe this was happening. I couldn’t believe I would have to walk away from Victor, from this amazing moment, but if my vision was right, Morgan and Micah would be attacked soon. And the demons would also come after us.

“I’m here,” I answered, disentangling myself from him.

“What is it? What happened?” he asked, standing and seizing my arm, pulling me around so I would face him.

“I’m so sorry.” God, why was this happening right now? Couldn’t my visions have waited thirty minutes? I had