Katherine McIntyre

The Cottage Diner__ homey lights glowed onto black asphalt which just sucked up the beams to spit out more shadows.

Overhead the sliver of a moon barely illuminated anything and shadows slunk on every corner.

He might have perfect form and better swordsmanship, but I had one thing on my side that stacked the deck in my favor. I was absolutely crazy.

Feeling a little calmer?_ she asked, leaning against the desk again.Dax snorted. __ellow as anything. I__ ready to curl up and take a nap now. Don__ mind if I purr.

Despite the gentlemanly kiss, a ferocity burned behind his gaze promising something primal.

He__ never forgotten the sweep of her soft mouth against his, the taste of her sweetness, like strawberries, and the way she fired his insides to life.

She glanced outside at the sky, filled with clouds and smog. All the pollution, all that hell__ven the stars didn__ stand a chance.

As she__ walked along this street, a million stars stretched across an indigo canvas, holding all the freedom she__ yearned for every night.

She was the type who chased, who danced into your life like a spring storm, and left you battered and quaking in the wake.

You__e never had someone you love snatched,_ I shot back, annoyed by her ignorance. __ny sense of safety kind of bites it after that. You watch your back because no one else can.

He looked so frustrated and perfectly serious, and yet here we were talking about his missing seal pelt.

Jev was certain the words __hould__e known better_ would go somewhere on her tombstone, but at the moment her focus shifted to the dozens of angry pixies honed in on her.

Being inside this cottage, with dark wooden walls and hand-carved furniture like my own home, cast a darkened stain onto my heart.

Darkness lingered in those blue eyes, like ghosts haunted him despite only the two of them standing in this cabin.

A lazy smile reached his lips. __he mere sight of me shirtless takes your mind there? Good to know. I__ rather a solid fuck than getting my kumbayas out.

The dreams that surfaced upon meeting up with him again winked out of existence, stars darkening for good.

This date had started as bland and was speeding right along to abysmal.

The choice lay out for me. Stay on land or plunge into the icy depths of the sea. I always chose the sea.