Toxic Part Two (Celestra Series Book 7.5) Read Online Free PDF

indicting yourself to another occasion and venue.”
    “Not true.” He speeds it out. “She was there with Pierce.”
    “And you know this because?”
    “I asked her.” His voice remains strong and caustic, alerting me to the fact that maybe Marshall isn’t the only one in the room he’s pissed at.
    Pierce? Why would Chloe do me a solid and confess to Gage after I gave her a broth based hair treatment?
    “Sorry,” Marshall growls, “I have a strict no-boys-allowed policy in my private chambers.” Marshall flicks his finger and Gage begins to dematerialize, slow and lingering like a vapor.
    “Faction meeting tonight at six,” he says as he evaporates into a disorganized fray of molecules.
    “Now,” Marshall says, straightening my shirt at the shoulders and patting my stomach as if ironing out a wrinkle, “how shall we pass the time?”
    A loud click emits over the window, prompting Marshall and I to head over. Gage stands in the bed of his truck, flaring his arms up over his head, shouting my name with muted anguish.
    Marshall widens the thick velvet curtains—the same crimson color as his eyes. He cranks out a large casement window the size of a refrigerator. There’s no screen, just a decorative wrought iron bar split down the middle. I peer below as the ground pulsates in and out in spasms of vertigo.
    “It’s so far down,” I whisper.
    “Focus on the task, love.” Marshall leans out. “Did you leave something behind?” he shouts to Gage. “Your phone perhaps? A condom? Your dignity?”
    Gage glowers up at Marshall. His sky-born eyes defy the morose world and siren through the fog like headlamps.
    Marshall grabs me by the waist and spins me so that my back is against the window. He rides his hands up and down my spine, soft and lithe. A pleasure-filled tingle rides over the waves of his requisite vibrations.
    “Tell me how he hurt you.” Marshall leans his head against mine.
    I so know what he’s doing. It must totally look like we’re making out from Gage’s vantage point, and rather passionately with Marshall slathering me with affection.
    “He did hurt me.” I sigh. “I came home last night and found Chloe in the butterfly room getting it on with some guy and it totally sounded like—” I tilt my head down at Gage in the event he hears. The human brain is trained to pick up its own name at alarmingly low decibels. Similar to how Chloe is trained to pick up on the most innovative ways to smash my heart to pieces.
    “And you caught them in the act?” Marshall ceases all movement as though this were a level-five breach of security and now the free world is in danger from Chloe’s vagina.
    “No.” I look briefly over my shoulder to see Gage standing below with his arms folded across his chest like he was disappointed in the show. “She left, and I found him up there by himself.”
    “And he was undressed?” Marshall cocks his head, awaiting confirmation of his theory.
    “No, he was completely dressed,” I say, “and he claimed he had just arrived. He totally denied it.” I shake my head incredulous at the thought.
    Marshall arches his head back, his neck peaks in ridges and I trace it out softly with my finger.
    “So you’ve falsely accused him.” Marshall doesn’t look amused.
    “ Hello ? I found a used condom wrapper just sitting there on the floor. And the bedding was all rumpled and it smelled like s-e-x,” I hiss.
    “And how are you familiar with the scent of s-e-x?” His brows narrow. He’s holding back a smile. I can tell.
    “Just…” I smack him across the chest. “Would you kiss me?”
    “No,” he flat lines. A wisp of fog filters in and gyrates between the two us like a belly dancer. Her ghostlike curves linger over Marshall’s face as if she were trying to seduce him away from me. “I don’t involve myself in jealous games. It’s morally bankrupt to drive another person insane by making them desire what you have.”
    My mouth hangs open. It’s