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hunt. Cohen sat at the small bar and drank whatever the still had produced, feeling desperate for
a connection with someone.
His thoughts were hazy from the liquor as he thought of Mia. He remembered her fear
when they had first run away to the cities, her awe of the high, golden towers.
“My lovren , we shall forever be lost here!”
And that was what he had wanted. He had wanted to be lost in a place where no one
knew him, where he had a fresh start as a male, not a Healer. Where he was spoken to because of
what he said, and people wanted to be around him because of who he was, not what he was. In
the forest, it had gotten so overwhelming always being wanted and needed, and never really sure
if people were being kind because he was in demand, or because they actually enjoyed his
company. He had relished the sheer privacy the large cities brought him, but Mia hadn’t. She
fought the change in their surroundings, and also battled him on whether he should join the
military. Being a Forest Dweller, she was peaceful, and he was as well. However, he had wanted
a new career, something that involved him being a part of something, not being the something, as
he was as a Healer.
He remembered thinking that loneliness was a strange thing. It didn’t matter how many
people were around; one could still be lonely. He had gone from being happy with no one
knowing who he was, to desperate for a connection with anyone. As he’d sat in the bar, there
were three other male patrons and the bartender. Yes, there were people around, and he had even
struck up conversations with two of them who seemed nice. However, the isolation had seeped
into his bones, making him feel anxious and . . . well, lonely.
She’d strode into the bar, her dark-blue velvet dressed cinched tightly at the waist
flattering her ample bosom and the flair of her hips. Her shoes clacked across the wooden floor,
and she perched herself on a barstool. Turning to him, she smiled. Black hair framed porcelain
skin that covered high cheekbones and thin lips. The smile never reached her dark eyes. Cohen
pegged her somewhere in her thirties.
“Hello,” she had said with a nod.
“Good day.”
They both faced forward, and Cohen listened as she ordered a drink.
The barkeep set down the glass in front of her, then went down to the other end of the
long slice of mahogany to chat with another patron.
“It’s lovely out today, don’t you agree?”
Cohen remembered being startled and turned to her. Yes, it was lovely outside; it was
what he had going on inside that he wasn’t too fond of.
Two hours and a few drinks later, Cohen had her in the room he shared with Rayner, the
bed squeaking beneath their weight. After, he had almost cried at the sheer joy the experience
brought him. It wasn’t just the physical release, which was off-the-charts awesome, but it was the
sheer act of sharing something intimate with another being. From then on, he sought out the
experience.
Now, as he scratched the scruff on his chin, he tried to focus on the screen, his eyes
shifting back and forth between Annis and Blake. His brain was so scattered it felt like it was in a
million pieces, each struggling to get away from the others. A box of a thousand marbles
dropped on the floor didn’t have a damn thing on how he felt.
Except both were messy.
Noah was lecturing Annis that she simply couldn’t go around killing people, and that it
was imperative that they stay under the radar, although how far under they were was up for
debate. Blake had come from the FBI, and all were fairly certain that he was a solid addition to
their merry band of Warriors. But, having said that, who knew what the FBI had been able to
scrape up since his disappearance into the world of the Six Saviors.
Cohen didn’t see much radar for them to hide under, but whatever.
“Do you understand, Annis?” Noah asked.
Cohen watched as she moved closer to Blake, and the tops of
hunt. Cohen sat at the small bar and drank whatever the still had produced, feeling desperate for
a connection with someone.
His thoughts were hazy from the liquor as he thought of Mia. He remembered her fear
when they had first run away to the cities, her awe of the high, golden towers.
“My lovren , we shall forever be lost here!”
And that was what he had wanted. He had wanted to be lost in a place where no one
knew him, where he had a fresh start as a male, not a Healer. Where he was spoken to because of
what he said, and people wanted to be around him because of who he was, not what he was. In
the forest, it had gotten so overwhelming always being wanted and needed, and never really sure
if people were being kind because he was in demand, or because they actually enjoyed his
company. He had relished the sheer privacy the large cities brought him, but Mia hadn’t. She
fought the change in their surroundings, and also battled him on whether he should join the
military. Being a Forest Dweller, she was peaceful, and he was as well. However, he had wanted
a new career, something that involved him being a part of something, not being the something, as
he was as a Healer.
He remembered thinking that loneliness was a strange thing. It didn’t matter how many
people were around; one could still be lonely. He had gone from being happy with no one
knowing who he was, to desperate for a connection with anyone. As he’d sat in the bar, there
were three other male patrons and the bartender. Yes, there were people around, and he had even
struck up conversations with two of them who seemed nice. However, the isolation had seeped
into his bones, making him feel anxious and . . . well, lonely.
She’d strode into the bar, her dark-blue velvet dressed cinched tightly at the waist
flattering her ample bosom and the flair of her hips. Her shoes clacked across the wooden floor,
and she perched herself on a barstool. Turning to him, she smiled. Black hair framed porcelain
skin that covered high cheekbones and thin lips. The smile never reached her dark eyes. Cohen
pegged her somewhere in her thirties.
“Hello,” she had said with a nod.
“Good day.”
They both faced forward, and Cohen listened as she ordered a drink.
The barkeep set down the glass in front of her, then went down to the other end of the
long slice of mahogany to chat with another patron.
“It’s lovely out today, don’t you agree?”
Cohen remembered being startled and turned to her. Yes, it was lovely outside; it was
what he had going on inside that he wasn’t too fond of.
Two hours and a few drinks later, Cohen had her in the room he shared with Rayner, the
bed squeaking beneath their weight. After, he had almost cried at the sheer joy the experience
brought him. It wasn’t just the physical release, which was off-the-charts awesome, but it was the
sheer act of sharing something intimate with another being. From then on, he sought out the
experience.
Now, as he scratched the scruff on his chin, he tried to focus on the screen, his eyes
shifting back and forth between Annis and Blake. His brain was so scattered it felt like it was in a
million pieces, each struggling to get away from the others. A box of a thousand marbles
dropped on the floor didn’t have a damn thing on how he felt.
Except both were messy.
Noah was lecturing Annis that she simply couldn’t go around killing people, and that it
was imperative that they stay under the radar, although how far under they were was up for
debate. Blake had come from the FBI, and all were fairly certain that he was a solid addition to
their merry band of Warriors. But, having said that, who knew what the FBI had been able to
scrape up since his disappearance into the world of the Six Saviors.
Cohen didn’t see much radar for them to hide under, but whatever.
“Do you understand, Annis?” Noah asked.
Cohen watched as she moved closer to Blake, and the tops of
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