Blood Moon (Silver Moon, #3) - By Rebecca A. Rogers Page 0,1

they’re both confused and inquisitive about where we came from, and why we’re dressed this way.

“So, what are we going to do until tonight?” I ask, extracting myself from Ben’s arms.

His eyes stare off into the distance, where the farmland is wide open. “There,” he says, motioning toward the area in front of us.

“Where?” I don’t see anything except the countryside.

“The forest. We can stay hidden until this evening, and then search for food and pass out in the barn.”

Well, it’s certainly better than nothing. I guess he and I will work out the kinks of our plan later on. I’m more worried about how we’ll survive this era without basic necessities. No running water, no bathrooms, no cell phones, and the currency is completely different. We better think of a fantastic arrangement by tonight, and I don’t mean an oh-this-might-work plan—I mean a this-will-work-and-we’re-going-to-stick-with-it plan.

By the time we leave the city, there aren’t any persons around us, which is a nice change; we won’t have to worry about explaining ourselves, or deal with rigid stares. Want to know what else is a nice change? The fact that the countryside is wide open and ours for the taking. Seriously, we can change and roam freely. Of course, that’ll require an extra set of clothes we don’t exactly have at the moment, but my intuition tells me they won’t be hard to come by. Maybe with a little help from our ancient family members, we’ll be situated in no time. The only issue is finding them and hoping they don’t freak out when we explain who we are and where we come from. That’s something I’ll have to discuss with Ben after sundown.

“Maybe we can forage for food,” I blurt, not sure exactly where that came from, other than the idea of the dark forest looming ahead might hold berries and various edible plants.

Ben shrugs. “It’s not like we have many options at this point. We could try.”

“Please tell me you at least know the difference between edible plants and the poisonous ones.”

“Uhh . . . no, I don’t. Sorry.” Ben frowns, as if he’s contemplating a serious idea. “What’s that old saying? Leaves of three, let it be? That’s all I’ve got.”

“What if we find berries, though, and they’re the bad kind? Wild berries aren’t always safe to eat.”

Ben cuts me a sidelong glance. “I guess we’ll find out.”

“You better not die. I need you to get me back to the future.”

Teasingly pinching my arm, Ben displays a wide grin. “Actually, all you need is a flux capacitor, then you’ll be set.”

“Not funny! I’m serious. I’ll be stuck here forever.”

“I feel so special,” he says dryly. “Since, you know, that’s all I am to you—a free ride back home.”

I halt, and Ben nearly trips over his feet at the sudden change. “That’s not what I meant. You mean everything to me. If you didn’t, I wouldn’t be here with you now.”

“Oh, yeah? Prove it.” He crosses his arms rebelliously, with a fixed smirk on his face.

Hopping onto him, his hands latch onto my thighs, which are firmly squeezing his hips. I place a hand on either side of his face, my fingers lightly tracing the outline of his features, up to his hairline, where I run them through his disheveled, black tresses. As rapidly as his smirk appeared, it then vanishes. Now he’s wholly focused on me, on what I’m doing to him. Not seduction, but maybe something close to it. He relaxes, allowing his eyelids to shut, as he enjoys the moment. And that’s when I lean in, softly placing my lips on his. Lingering only for a fraction of a second, I pull back, tracing the outline of his mouth with my fingertip. So supple and curvy. And his lips are all mine, reserved only for me.

His eyelids flutter open, his eyes possessing me. They’re not their usual black—they’re a golden yellow. Feral. Untamed. Wild. I’ve tapped into his animalistic side, the side he tends to keep hidden from me so we can focus all our efforts on staying alive during our families’ feud. Now it’s just the two of us, alone, in a different century. With no bad blood to worry about.

He growls under his breath. “Okay, I believe you.” He lowers me to the dirt road, lying on top of me, our bodies joining together. The sun showers our faces with as many warm kisses as Ben’s showering on my skin. Can this be my own

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