Pisces: Book 1 in a Young Adult Paranormal Romance Series (The Zodiac Twin Flame Series) Read Online Free PDF Page A
Author: Rachel Medhurst
clothes. She rolled her eyes before she muttered a goodbye and left for home.
Going into the coffee shop was daunting. At first I couldn’t see my rescuer, but when he stood and waved at me, I made my way over to him.
‘Nice dress,’ he said, smiling.
Glancing over at the waitress, I froze when I caught sight of another man that sat in the corner. My rescuer gestured for me to sit. I lowered myself into the chair, my back straight against the rigid wood. I had no idea who the other man was. I was sure it was the same one who had seen me on the other side of the river.
‘So, what made you jump into—?’
‘I told you,’ I interrupted, in case anyone could hear. ‘I’m a bit weird.’
He smiled as he sipped the hot drink he held in his hand. The waitress came over and I ordered a hot chocolate. My eye caught the other man but he looked away.
‘I always like to help a damsel in distress,’ my rescuer said, resting his arms on the table.
‘And do you have a lot of damsels in your life?’ I didn’t know what made me ask about the women in his life. I felt a flush of heat as my cheeks warmed. He laughed. I sat back in my chair. What was wrong with me? Why was I worried whether he was the type of man to pick up a lot of women?
‘I’ve rescued my fair share of damsels, yes.’
I had to be frowning because he started to squirm. Mentally shaking myself, I put on my best smile. It was the small talk again. Hard for me but part of the whole process.
‘Do you want to get out of here?’ I whispered.
His eyebrows rose. I quickly realised what I must have sounded like.
‘No. I meant for a walk, or something,’ I said backtracking.
He grinned and nodded, although I doubted he believed me. When we left I caught the other man watching me. He was probably a spy for Mother. I never imagined that we would need to worry about our own parents.
Mother had told us stories about the group that called themselves the Dysfunctionals. They tried to stop twin flames from uniting. I had assumed that’s who we would be running from. How had we all of a sudden become enemies with the parents that had raised us?
‘Where does your name come from, Pisces?’
We walked along the Thames. I glanced up at him as he asked the awkward question. He was clean cut and wore a smart suit. He must’ve been cold but he didn’t show it. I snuggled into his coat. He grinned when he noticed.
‘I have an eccentric family. All of the children are named after the Zodiac signs.’
I was comfortable with him for some reason and wanted to tell him about us. I couldn’t give too much away but it was nice to be open and honest about who I was.
‘That’s certainly different,’ he said as we stopped and looked out over the water.
Was he the one? Was he my twin flame? If I kissed him, I might be able to tell. I tucked my arm in his and looked into his eyes. I smiled gently as he leant towards me. His lips attacked mine in a slimy kiss. I wiped my mouth when he pulled away, cringing at the excess saliva he left behind.
‘You’re keen.’
‘Sorry, I…’
I wanted to step away from him but remembered that I had to go with the flow. I had never been patient and literally just met the man. If I was honest, I had no idea what I was doing.
‘Do you want to go back to my place? It’s not far from here,’ he said, licking my ear.
I froze, not quite sure what to do.
‘No, she doesn’t.’
The voice was one I didn’t recognise. My rescuer, whose name I still didn’t know, pulled back. The man who was at the coffee shop was standing behind us. He was taller than the one who had just kissed me. He had brown hair cut in the normal British style. Short at the sides, and a little longer on top. He had handsome chiselled features.
‘Can I have your number?’ my saviour asked, taking a step away from me.
I typed it into his phone, before he took his coat and left me standing there. Now what did I do? There was still something about this
Going into the coffee shop was daunting. At first I couldn’t see my rescuer, but when he stood and waved at me, I made my way over to him.
‘Nice dress,’ he said, smiling.
Glancing over at the waitress, I froze when I caught sight of another man that sat in the corner. My rescuer gestured for me to sit. I lowered myself into the chair, my back straight against the rigid wood. I had no idea who the other man was. I was sure it was the same one who had seen me on the other side of the river.
‘So, what made you jump into—?’
‘I told you,’ I interrupted, in case anyone could hear. ‘I’m a bit weird.’
He smiled as he sipped the hot drink he held in his hand. The waitress came over and I ordered a hot chocolate. My eye caught the other man but he looked away.
‘I always like to help a damsel in distress,’ my rescuer said, resting his arms on the table.
‘And do you have a lot of damsels in your life?’ I didn’t know what made me ask about the women in his life. I felt a flush of heat as my cheeks warmed. He laughed. I sat back in my chair. What was wrong with me? Why was I worried whether he was the type of man to pick up a lot of women?
‘I’ve rescued my fair share of damsels, yes.’
I had to be frowning because he started to squirm. Mentally shaking myself, I put on my best smile. It was the small talk again. Hard for me but part of the whole process.
‘Do you want to get out of here?’ I whispered.
His eyebrows rose. I quickly realised what I must have sounded like.
‘No. I meant for a walk, or something,’ I said backtracking.
He grinned and nodded, although I doubted he believed me. When we left I caught the other man watching me. He was probably a spy for Mother. I never imagined that we would need to worry about our own parents.
Mother had told us stories about the group that called themselves the Dysfunctionals. They tried to stop twin flames from uniting. I had assumed that’s who we would be running from. How had we all of a sudden become enemies with the parents that had raised us?
‘Where does your name come from, Pisces?’
We walked along the Thames. I glanced up at him as he asked the awkward question. He was clean cut and wore a smart suit. He must’ve been cold but he didn’t show it. I snuggled into his coat. He grinned when he noticed.
‘I have an eccentric family. All of the children are named after the Zodiac signs.’
I was comfortable with him for some reason and wanted to tell him about us. I couldn’t give too much away but it was nice to be open and honest about who I was.
‘That’s certainly different,’ he said as we stopped and looked out over the water.
Was he the one? Was he my twin flame? If I kissed him, I might be able to tell. I tucked my arm in his and looked into his eyes. I smiled gently as he leant towards me. His lips attacked mine in a slimy kiss. I wiped my mouth when he pulled away, cringing at the excess saliva he left behind.
‘You’re keen.’
‘Sorry, I…’
I wanted to step away from him but remembered that I had to go with the flow. I had never been patient and literally just met the man. If I was honest, I had no idea what I was doing.
‘Do you want to go back to my place? It’s not far from here,’ he said, licking my ear.
I froze, not quite sure what to do.
‘No, she doesn’t.’
The voice was one I didn’t recognise. My rescuer, whose name I still didn’t know, pulled back. The man who was at the coffee shop was standing behind us. He was taller than the one who had just kissed me. He had brown hair cut in the normal British style. Short at the sides, and a little longer on top. He had handsome chiselled features.
‘Can I have your number?’ my saviour asked, taking a step away from me.
I typed it into his phone, before he took his coat and left me standing there. Now what did I do? There was still something about this
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