Every so often Alex’s flashlight is reflected for a brief second in a pair of bright wide blinking eyes, which watch us solemnly from within the mass of foliage before vanishing once again into the dark. The leaves rustle and shake all around us, a constantly shifting pattern of greens and blacks, set dancing as countless unseen things hurry and skip from branch to branch. Paul’s Cathedral, where I used to sit in Sunday school to hear lectures about atoms and probabilities and God’s order. The branches above us form a canopy that reminds me of the vaulted ceiling of St. I feel much better now that we can see where we’re going. “We leave it there, for the crossers,” he explains. He directs the light down to a rusty toolbox half-buried in the ground. “Found it,” Alex says, grinning, showing off the flashlight to me. A minute later he lets out a quick, excited yelp, and a second after that a broad beam of light cuts upward, illumi-nating the densely packed trees and growth all around us. Then I hear him rustling in the branches all around us, muttering little curses under his breath, a monologue I don’t quite follow. I guess his eyes haven’t adjusted to the dark either. I haven’t exactly been Miss Courageous.Īs though he can read my mind, Alex gives me a second small peck, this time near the corner of my lips. “Yeah, okay.” I struggle to breathe normally, feeling stupid. I just have to find this damn flashlight, okay?” He’s speaking almost at a normal volume now, so I guess we’re safe. Then his hands are fumbling on my arms, and his mouth bumps against my nose as he kisses me. “Wait.” He lets go of my hand, and I let out a little shriek without meaning to. My voice comes out strange and strangled-sounding. It seems that we move forward by inches, but it’s amazing how quickly we’ve lost sight of the border and everything on the other side of it, as though they’ve never existed at all. We go slowly, though, and I hear twigs snapping and the rustle of tree branches, and I know that Alex is feeling his way, trying to clear a path for us. “A little farther,” comes his voice, from the darkness ahead of me. I think I might be even more frightened now than I was making the crossing, and I tug on Alex’s hand, willing him to understand me and stop. I can’t even see Alex in front of me now, can just feel his hand in mine, pulling. The air smells so thickly of flowers and life it feels textured, like a curtain you could pull apart. Trees close in around us, leaves and bushes press on me from all sides, brushing my face and shins and shoulders like thousands of dark hands, and from all around me a strange cacophony starts up, of fluttering things and owls hooting and animals scrabbling in the underbrush. The lights from the guard hut get suctioned away all at once like they’ve been sealed back behind a vault. “Miss Mary” (a common child’s clapping game, dating from the time of the blitz), from The sun shines down on this fine, fine day #Selina fenech dark moonlight angel scan series#Free Novels Online Read Home Romance Billionaire Romance New-Adult Young-Adult Hot Book Series fantasy Vampires Others Books Science Fiction Thriller Horror Classics New Releases Mystery/Suspense Hot Authors New Category Book Romance Contemporary Contemporary Romance Fantasy Paranormal Erotica Adult Fiction Did Not Finish Paranormal Romance Shapeshifters Historical Romance Historical New Adult Novella Fiction Science Fiction Romantic Suspense Suspense Military Fiction War Bdsm Sports Sports and Games Young Adult Historical Fiction Dark Adult Mystery Polyamorous Reverse Harem Menage Holiday Womens Fiction Vampires Chick Lit Short Stories Dragons Regency Christmas Sports Romance Aliens Erotic Romance Humor Magic Thriller Business Amazon Sociology Abuse
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