Wicked Waves: Solsti Prophecy #2 Read Online Free PDF

only to drop to her mouth. Which brought her attention to his mouth. When his lips weren’t pulled into a sneer, they looked full and soft and tempting. She wondered what they would feel like against her own. What if they had a few flecks of cinnamon left from when he had eaten…
    Her body flushed and she squeezed her eyes shut. He was the rudest person she had ever met. She may not have had a boyfriend for a while, but she wasn’t desperate. Not even looking.
    She spun on her bar stool to face the window, then took another bite. I’m going to enjoy my food, dammit . “I see you dried off.”
    “It wasn’t that much water,” he said, pacing the room to stop in front of her. “It was kind of like when a drinking fountain gets you the wrong way.”
    A drinking fountain?   Her anger rose, despite her efforts to remain unaffected. She was tired of him trivializing her gift. Her muscles, totally relaxed one minute ago, now pulled as taut as a bow. “Don’t you have somewhere you need to be?”
    “Nope.”   He leaned back against the counter near the sink and crossed his arms over his chest. They rippled with muscle, and standing that way only accentuated his size.   She blinked and looked away, but not before the edge of his mouth twitched and she swore he tried to hide a smug grin.
    “That’s too bad,” she said.
    “Oh?”
    “I’m not sharing this last, delicious piece of pancake.”
    “I don’t care about the damn— ” His grumble cut off as Nicole bounced into the room.
    “Hey, guys!   Brooke, ready to throw some ice knives?”
    “Yes!” Brooke’s blood pressure dropped back to normal at the thought of getting to work outside with her sister. And getting away from Kai. “Let me finish this and I’ll be right there.”
    “Take your time. Rilan’s not downstairs yet,” Nicole said, referring to the group’s Elder, whose gift of discernment had unraveled the mystery of the sisters’ true species.
    Nicole perched on a stool next to Brooke. “How’d it go this morning?”
    “I learned how to use the Neshi knife.”
    “Ugh, I know which blade you’re talking about. I hope we never meet one of those things,” Nicole said with a shudder.
    “Damn straight.” Kai’s voice held a trace of bitterness.
    Brooke stole another glance at him as she devoured her last bite. She knew he was close to two hundred years old, even though he didn’t look older than thirty. He must have fought Neshi demons at some point. And obviously, he had done just fine.
    She stood up and crossed the room to set her empty plate in the sink. Kai didn’t bother to move. Though he leaned in a casual posture, coiled strength radiated from his body. She had never stood this close to him—no surprise—since he made a habit of not being in the same room with her.
    Her arm grazed his elbow as she reached into the sink, and a searing charge of energy zinged through her. A spark, like warm static electricity, shot from her arm all the way to her toes. She took a breath. He smelled like soap and leather and…cinnamon. Damn!
    She jerked away from him and turned to Nicole with a smile that she hoped looked sincere. “I’m ready.” She marched toward the door that led to the large backyard.
    Brooke walked outside into the bright, crisp fall day and took a deep breath, glad to clear her lungs of Kai’s irritatingly delicious scent. It was the end of September in Chicago, the days holding the warmth of the sun, but the nights quickening with autumn’s chill.
    Despite her morning workout, her body hummed with restless energy. She felt the urge to run a few laps around the yard, but then Nicole would know something was bothering her. She didn’t know if her sister had picked up on the simmering tension between her and Kai. Even though they shared everything, she wanted to keep this to herself until she figured it out.
    Reaching her arms above her head, she stretched her shoulders and triceps. She moved into mountain pose to