Hannah (The Coven's Grove Chronicles #2) Read Online Free Page B

lame smile, and staggered to the front of the taxi to take her seat.
    Dominic sat down beside her, chest heaving and sweat evident on his brow. He gave her a look of concern. “Are you okay?”
    “I... I think so. Just a little dizzy,” Hannah answered, still somewhat breathless. Realization dawned on her that she and Dominic had never actually touched “skin-to-skin” before, and that what she had just experienced was Atingere, the touch of a potential guardian. She gave him a sideways glance. “You okay?”
    He shifted in his seat, and chuckled. “Yeah. Not sure what happened there, though.”
    Hannah swallowed, feeling awkward. “Me either. Maybe it’s because we’re on the water.” She shrugged when Dominic looked at her, and hoped that he went for her lame excuse. Not that he would expect answers from her anyway. Who could know what that touch meant other than a witch with knowledge of the guardian bond. She smirked as her thoughts drifted to the brief conversation with Alix back at Coven’s Grove. The spry, purple-haired girl had not been wrong about the want to tear off clothing; Hannah was fit to claw out of her dress, and take Dominic right there on the boat. The last tingles of that desire trickled away as the taxi started down the river, but, deep down, her hunger for him still simmered.
    Dominic settled and looked out over the water, apparently satisfied with Hannah’s answer, or had come up with some reason of his own for the bizarre incident. Whatever the case, he moved past the awkward silence with conversation. “So, what do you do when not rescuing the world from itself?”
    Hannah hesitated, this topic was a little too close to home. “Nothing fun,” she finally answered. “Or at least, not fun for most people I’d imagine.”
    “And, what might that be?”
    “I garden,” she said flatly.
    “Well, when you say it like that I can see why you’d think it wasn’t fun.” Dominic laughed. “Surely there’s more to it than that?”
    “Yes, of course, but I enjoy it,” she said. “My life’s always been about nature and earthy stuff. It’s just... There hasn’t been much time for anything else.” Just like that, she blurted out the depressing truth of her situation—her life—to a man she hardly knew. “Wow, that sounded kind of pathetic.”
    “Not at all.” Dominic smiled. “Sounds like you found your purpose early in life. Not many people can say that. Now, you’re looking for more. Nothing wrong with that.”
    “You must have had a lot of girls to practice on to know your way around words like that,” Hannah said, before thinking.
    Dominic scratched his chin and said, “You know, I’m not the womanizer you seem to think I am. I actually like women. Talking with them even.”
    “Sorry,” she said, feeling like a moron. “It’s been awhile since I’ve been out like this. I guess I’m just a little... uncertain.” That was an understatement . She’d been conflicted ever since she’d gotten to San Antonio; it was like being a damn teenager all over again. And now that “the touch” had happened with Dominic, she was even more on edge about whether to cut loose and have a good time, or call it a night.
    “I tell you what,” Dominic said. “Let’s have one drink. If you still don’t feel comfortable, I’ll bring you back to the hotel. No worries.”
    She eyed him with playful skepticism. “Right,” she drawled. “That’s one I’ve actually heard before.”
    Dominic chuckled. “But I’m serious.”
    Hannah couldn’t help but laugh. “Okay. One drink.”
     
     
     
    The bass they’d heard farther down the walkway vibrated through Hannah’s chest as they entered the club. Her hand got stamped with one of those neon-green, glow in the dark inks that takes a couple of days to wash off. A quick scan of the place gave Hannah the lowdown on what was pretty much the typical nightclub scene; a dance floor filled with gyrating bodies, and dim, multi-colored