Here’s the next chapter. Marianna is apprehensive about returning to her childhood home. Will some innocent comfort from Dusk lead to something more?
If you haven’t read the first part of the book here’s a link to the prologue.
Fanta looked at the clock for the hundredth time that night. She wasn’t able to sleep a wink all night. Knowing Dusk was in the next room put her on edge. In some ways she would have much rather be dealing with Marcus. At least with him she knew where she stood. She just laid in bed staring at the clock, but from time to time she could hear a minimum amount of commotion going on in the other room, She laid there wondering what he was doing. To some degree she didn’t want to know.
Finally, at six in the morning she got up and paced around the room. All was quiet, oddly enough. She swiftly walked to the door and put her ear to it. She didn’t hear anything except for the hum of silence, The whole situation was driving her crazy, so much so that she had to know what was in that room.
She opened the door and peeked out. She saw nothing in particular. There was nothing out of place. No noise, no commotion. She opened the door and stepped out. There on the couch Dusk lay sleeping. He was so still he almost looked dead. Suddenly he moved slightly to her relief. She found herself just standing there and staring at him. There was just something about him, something she couldn’t explain. She just felt so drawn to him.
It couldn’t have been more than thirty seconds or so when Dusk turned over. She could see his face clearly as he uttered one word.
“Vanessa,” she heard him say.
Reality set back in, and she realized any crazy thoughts she had for him was nothing more than a fantasy. He belonged to someone else, and that was the way it should be. She walked back into the bedroom and found her duffel bag. She reached into it for a change of clothes . She slipped off her nightshirt and put on her black tank top and black denim pants. She found her brush buried at the bottom of her bag and pulled it out along with a rubber band that was in her jacket pocket. There was a small mirror hanging on the wall. She looked into it and brushed the tangles out of her hair and bound her hair back with the rubber band.
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