The Breaker's Promise (YA Urban Fantasy) (Fixed Points Book 2) Read Online Free Page B
Author: Conner Kressley
toward her chambers, where the Council’s vessel sat waiting to judge us.
Sorry , I said to Owen in our mind speak. I slipped.
It’s okay. Just don’t do it in front of the vessel.
We followed Dahlia, with Echo behind us. Every muscle in my body tensed. My breaths came short and shallow.
Calm down , Owen said.
I’m trying .
It’s okay. I won’t let anything happen to you. I promise , he answered.
How can you be so sure?
A Breaker’s promise isn’t like a normal promise , Owen answered and, moving around me, brushed my arm ever so slightly. It was a small thing, but it was enough to let me know he was there. A Breaker’s promise is special. It has to be kept. So, when I promise that I won’t let anything happen-
I love you , I interrupted. I know this isn’t the best time to-
I love you too.
I gave Owen one last look as Dahlia pushed through the doors of her chambers. I had only been in Weathersby’s master bedroom once before, and not at all since I gave Echo the ‘boundaries’ talk. The sight of it took my breath away. A sprawling area with a bed as big as a midsized Rhode Island town, it had a mini bar, minus the ‘mini’, a dresser, an armoire, a running couch, and, in the center, a hot tub.
Lucky bastards.
Owen’s declaration had actually made me feel better as I made my way to the running couch, where the Council’s vessel sat, turned away from me. I could do this. We could do this. Owen promised me, and not just any promise; a Breaker’s promise.
I could tell from the shape of her head as well as the sheet of ink black hair that ran from it, that the vessel was a woman. I wasn’t sure how to feel about this. On one hand, women were stereotypically less threatening than me. But, if my experiences so far with Breaker women were any indication, they could be twice as fearsome as any man.
I straightened myself and rounded the corner to the front of the couch. This would be okay. Regardless of whom this vessel was, Owen and I would find a way to make it through. It’s what we did. Deciding to take the offensive, I stuck my hand out to the vessel. “Cresta Karr. Nice to meet you.”
As I caught sight of the woman though, the breath caught in my throat. It took all I could do not to cry out as the vessel stood, meeting me with familiar eyes. With a familiar voice, she said, “I know who you are.”
Of course she did, and I knew her. I knew that perfect hair. I knew those perfect lips and eyes. I knew that killer body. I swallowed hard and replied,” Hello Merrin.”
Chapter 3
Offending Marks
Echo and Dahlia’s chambers seemed to heat up at least twenty degrees instantaneously; of course, that might have just been all the blood rushing to my face. As if having to hide the truth about who I was (or more aptly, who I was going to become) from a council of overly evolved busybodies with super powers wasn’t hard enough, they would have to pick my secret boyfriend’s irritatingly perfect ‘perfect’ as their personal investigator.
Merrin had never liked me. I mean, she had never come out and said it, but I could tell from the way she looked at me, the way she moved when she was around me. Oh, and there was that one time she threatened to stab me in the gut. Though I couldn’t prove it, I always felt like there was a part of Merrin that knew the truth about Owen and me. And, while under normal circumstances, being the other woman would make me feel seedy and wrong, I couldn’t really apply normal to Merrin and Owen’s relationship.
Yes, technically they were engaged to be married, and they had been for years. But they weren’t in love. They had never kissed or had sex. They had never even been on a date. They were thrown together after the results of their genetic testing were revealed. What kind of relationship is that?
Still, if she did know what was going on with Owen and me, even subconsciously, then that made her even
Sorry , I said to Owen in our mind speak. I slipped.
It’s okay. Just don’t do it in front of the vessel.
We followed Dahlia, with Echo behind us. Every muscle in my body tensed. My breaths came short and shallow.
Calm down , Owen said.
I’m trying .
It’s okay. I won’t let anything happen to you. I promise , he answered.
How can you be so sure?
A Breaker’s promise isn’t like a normal promise , Owen answered and, moving around me, brushed my arm ever so slightly. It was a small thing, but it was enough to let me know he was there. A Breaker’s promise is special. It has to be kept. So, when I promise that I won’t let anything happen-
I love you , I interrupted. I know this isn’t the best time to-
I love you too.
I gave Owen one last look as Dahlia pushed through the doors of her chambers. I had only been in Weathersby’s master bedroom once before, and not at all since I gave Echo the ‘boundaries’ talk. The sight of it took my breath away. A sprawling area with a bed as big as a midsized Rhode Island town, it had a mini bar, minus the ‘mini’, a dresser, an armoire, a running couch, and, in the center, a hot tub.
Lucky bastards.
Owen’s declaration had actually made me feel better as I made my way to the running couch, where the Council’s vessel sat, turned away from me. I could do this. We could do this. Owen promised me, and not just any promise; a Breaker’s promise.
I could tell from the shape of her head as well as the sheet of ink black hair that ran from it, that the vessel was a woman. I wasn’t sure how to feel about this. On one hand, women were stereotypically less threatening than me. But, if my experiences so far with Breaker women were any indication, they could be twice as fearsome as any man.
I straightened myself and rounded the corner to the front of the couch. This would be okay. Regardless of whom this vessel was, Owen and I would find a way to make it through. It’s what we did. Deciding to take the offensive, I stuck my hand out to the vessel. “Cresta Karr. Nice to meet you.”
As I caught sight of the woman though, the breath caught in my throat. It took all I could do not to cry out as the vessel stood, meeting me with familiar eyes. With a familiar voice, she said, “I know who you are.”
Of course she did, and I knew her. I knew that perfect hair. I knew those perfect lips and eyes. I knew that killer body. I swallowed hard and replied,” Hello Merrin.”
Chapter 3
Offending Marks
Echo and Dahlia’s chambers seemed to heat up at least twenty degrees instantaneously; of course, that might have just been all the blood rushing to my face. As if having to hide the truth about who I was (or more aptly, who I was going to become) from a council of overly evolved busybodies with super powers wasn’t hard enough, they would have to pick my secret boyfriend’s irritatingly perfect ‘perfect’ as their personal investigator.
Merrin had never liked me. I mean, she had never come out and said it, but I could tell from the way she looked at me, the way she moved when she was around me. Oh, and there was that one time she threatened to stab me in the gut. Though I couldn’t prove it, I always felt like there was a part of Merrin that knew the truth about Owen and me. And, while under normal circumstances, being the other woman would make me feel seedy and wrong, I couldn’t really apply normal to Merrin and Owen’s relationship.
Yes, technically they were engaged to be married, and they had been for years. But they weren’t in love. They had never kissed or had sex. They had never even been on a date. They were thrown together after the results of their genetic testing were revealed. What kind of relationship is that?
Still, if she did know what was going on with Owen and me, even subconsciously, then that made her even
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