The Kiss That Saved Me (The Tidal Kiss Trilogy Book 2) Read Online Free PDF

would want to be here to see this,” he says clasping at my shoulder with a comforting smile.

    I think back to this conversation and look down at the platinum band that is nuzzled in icy blue velvet. The centre diamond is a Princess cut, my nickname for her resounding through each of the fractal surfaces that sparkle. The icy blue pearls have been retrieved from the oyster fields of my people, a twin set, lucky some would say, and the aquamarines I had chosen as they reminded me of her eyes. I look down at the band for a long time until its design and pattern lose meaning. I was going to get it inscribed- but there isn’t a sentiment to express my feeling that would be short enough. I get to my feet and pull out my phone. I put the ring back into my robe and dial the oh-so familiar number. She answers on the first ring.
    “Georgia,” I snap.
    “Yes, Mr Fischer.” I can hear the liquidity of her tongue through the crackles and pops of the line. The service isn’t good, but what do I expect, I’m inside a cliff.
    “I’m leaving this ring in our walk in closet in my robe pocket. You’ll take it to the Lunar Sanctum and hang the robe in my closet, understood?” I’m barking orders like a drill sergeant these days, but today I’m not in the mood to soften for her. She probably hasn’t even noticed, too transfixed by the idea of me to care.
    “Yes, Mr Fischer. I’ll come at sunrise.”
    “Good.” I hang up the phone bluntly and run my fingers through my tousles. I hang the robe up again, feeling the weight of it, and walk from the closet.

    CALLIE

    I stir from the depths of forced sleep. My hands reach out, gliding over the sheets, searching for him.
    “Orion?” I murmur looking around me. He’s gone. He usually waits until I’m awake before leaving. I wonder if maybe watching me sleep reminds him of how I looked when I was in my mystical coma. Technically dead.
    “Yes?” I hear him before I see him as he exits the left wall.
    “Where did you go?” I ask, pushing myself back and kneeling up, wrapping the sheets around me like the petals of a rose.
    “Just checking out the closet,” he murmurs. He’s wearing jeans and a white shirt now.
    “Closet?” My ears prick at the word.
    “Want to come see?” He asks and I nod. I move off the mattress, gliding forward, pulling the sheets around me tighter at the front but letting them hang loosely down my back. They reach just above my buttocks, low enough to reveal the ribbon tattoo Orion is fond of. I move over to him and he walks me through the sliding panel in the rock face and turns a quick right. The closet is long and narrow but expansive. A red chaise longue sits propped in front of a dressing table and tall mirror. I move toward it and sit. Orion’s eyes blaze.
    “What?” I query nervously. He looks like he might take me right here. His mouth contorts.
    “Nothing.” He replies as I stand and kiss his cheek, distracting him from whatever images are running through his mind.
    “Thank you for this. Everything. It’s beautiful.”
    “Would you like to see the rest?” He asks.
    “Can I get dressed first?” I ask him, eyeing the racks of untouched clothes still in transparent dry cleaning bags.
    “Sure.” He leaves the room quickly. Like he can’t stand my proximity all of a sudden. I sit back into the chaise longue again, letting the curve of the seat hug my spine. I wonder what Orion’s problem is. He’s switching between two personas. The first is fevered with a passion unlike anything I have ever seen within him before. The second is as cold as the ice blue of his eyes. I stand to dress, deep in thought, trying to discern how he must be feeling. I know his father’s death has affected him, but this runs deeper. Is it something to do with me? I wonder this to myself as I run my fingertips down the long rack of clothes. Silks, velvet, and satin prickle the pads of my fingers and I hesitantly pick out a floor length silk night gown. Orion