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Authors: Angel Payne
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faster and faster down the runway, I clamp my eyes shut, grit my teeth, and pray to the Creator I will survive—
“Ella.”
How can he sound so gentle, in the middle of such violence?
“ What ?”
“You need to breathe.”
I yearn to hurl a glower—but opening my eyes is not a viable option. “No.”
“ Favori .”
“Do not speak at me with sweets.”
“You mean…try to sweet talk you?”
“Now you laugh about it?” The glare cannot be helped. Neither, it appears, can his dimpled grin, making me rip up all my mental bookmarks—even the one I have all but glued to the page marked Cassian Court: Arrogance in the Air.
The air.
We are…in the air.
My breath clutches to a brand-new stop—as I watch the runway disappear, giving way to the aqua expanse of the sea. Then a wisp of a cloud. Another.
“Holy shit!”
Cassian laughs from his belly but I do not care, nearly scrambling over that part of him to gape out the window. A sound escapes me, unlike any I have made before, because it is born of sensations I have never felt before. Fear, yes—but now churned into something beyond. Exhilaration duels with ebullience. Anxiety, but tempered with a new awareness altogether. Something light, like the dandelion seed the plane now feels like. Possibility in the space of a breath.
Is this…freedom?
The knowledge is a crash inside, breaking apart a shell I have never consciously admitted to—but now let myself step from, hatched into something new. Some one new. She is a stranger to me, and I long to crawl back right away into the safety of the tiny world behind me, to the security of the tiny girl who lived there.
Who lived there.
And I realize…
There is no “taking it back.”
I have agreed to let Cassian show me how good those words can be. Signed my name on his paper, giving him the right—and the power—to do so. Power not just over where my body physically goes…but the vistas my mind, soul, and senses are taken to, as well.
And I think an airplane take-off has been the most terrifying part of my day?
What in Creator’s name have I done ?
The query makes me tilt my head—toward the man in whose lap I am practically perched. I am not surprised to find Cassian already staring at me. The intensity on his face is another element entirely.
Arrogance in the Sky. He is still that—only now, Mr. Confidence is subdued to silence. Perhaps even humbled. The green glass shards in his eyes spike with the crowning truth atop that. Because of you.
I have no idea how to answer that…save with one set of words.
“ Merderim , Cassian Court.”
One side of his mouth hitches up. “Thank you , Mishella Santelle.”
More of the shell shatters.
As more of me steps free, my spirit moves toward the one path in this new world that makes sense…and the perfect, emerald-eyed guide waiting to lead me on it.
My fingers lift to his jaw.
The other side of his mouth raises.
I push my fingers in a little more. Pull tenderly at his jaw.
I want that mouth on mine.
With a ragged grunt of acknowledgement, Cassian obliges.
*
Cassian
How could just a brush of lips be the best fucking kiss of my life?
There are no answers for that.
There are a million answers for that.
My mind implodes on the conflict—the same way it explodes from merely a memory of that sweet, inexplicable touch of her mouth…
Now nearly three hours ago.
I continue gazing at her in sleep, where I fixate on the plush pads that have tossed me into this chaos. Doesn’t help a goddamn bit. With Doyle snoozing in the small bedroom at the back of the plane, I’m alone up here with my sorceress—who has me as baffled, bewitched, and just as stunned as I was after kissing her.
And tasting her…
and breathing her in…
then fighting to push her back out.
A lot of good the effort yields me.
She has beaten me.
Good business means admitting when one is defeated, as well celebrating when one is victorious .
And isn’t that the
“Ella.”
How can he sound so gentle, in the middle of such violence?
“ What ?”
“You need to breathe.”
I yearn to hurl a glower—but opening my eyes is not a viable option. “No.”
“ Favori .”
“Do not speak at me with sweets.”
“You mean…try to sweet talk you?”
“Now you laugh about it?” The glare cannot be helped. Neither, it appears, can his dimpled grin, making me rip up all my mental bookmarks—even the one I have all but glued to the page marked Cassian Court: Arrogance in the Air.
The air.
We are…in the air.
My breath clutches to a brand-new stop—as I watch the runway disappear, giving way to the aqua expanse of the sea. Then a wisp of a cloud. Another.
“Holy shit!”
Cassian laughs from his belly but I do not care, nearly scrambling over that part of him to gape out the window. A sound escapes me, unlike any I have made before, because it is born of sensations I have never felt before. Fear, yes—but now churned into something beyond. Exhilaration duels with ebullience. Anxiety, but tempered with a new awareness altogether. Something light, like the dandelion seed the plane now feels like. Possibility in the space of a breath.
Is this…freedom?
The knowledge is a crash inside, breaking apart a shell I have never consciously admitted to—but now let myself step from, hatched into something new. Some one new. She is a stranger to me, and I long to crawl back right away into the safety of the tiny world behind me, to the security of the tiny girl who lived there.
Who lived there.
And I realize…
There is no “taking it back.”
I have agreed to let Cassian show me how good those words can be. Signed my name on his paper, giving him the right—and the power—to do so. Power not just over where my body physically goes…but the vistas my mind, soul, and senses are taken to, as well.
And I think an airplane take-off has been the most terrifying part of my day?
What in Creator’s name have I done ?
The query makes me tilt my head—toward the man in whose lap I am practically perched. I am not surprised to find Cassian already staring at me. The intensity on his face is another element entirely.
Arrogance in the Sky. He is still that—only now, Mr. Confidence is subdued to silence. Perhaps even humbled. The green glass shards in his eyes spike with the crowning truth atop that. Because of you.
I have no idea how to answer that…save with one set of words.
“ Merderim , Cassian Court.”
One side of his mouth hitches up. “Thank you , Mishella Santelle.”
More of the shell shatters.
As more of me steps free, my spirit moves toward the one path in this new world that makes sense…and the perfect, emerald-eyed guide waiting to lead me on it.
My fingers lift to his jaw.
The other side of his mouth raises.
I push my fingers in a little more. Pull tenderly at his jaw.
I want that mouth on mine.
With a ragged grunt of acknowledgement, Cassian obliges.
*
Cassian
How could just a brush of lips be the best fucking kiss of my life?
There are no answers for that.
There are a million answers for that.
My mind implodes on the conflict—the same way it explodes from merely a memory of that sweet, inexplicable touch of her mouth…
Now nearly three hours ago.
I continue gazing at her in sleep, where I fixate on the plush pads that have tossed me into this chaos. Doesn’t help a goddamn bit. With Doyle snoozing in the small bedroom at the back of the plane, I’m alone up here with my sorceress—who has me as baffled, bewitched, and just as stunned as I was after kissing her.
And tasting her…
and breathing her in…
then fighting to push her back out.
A lot of good the effort yields me.
She has beaten me.
Good business means admitting when one is defeated, as well celebrating when one is victorious .
And isn’t that the
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