Dangerous Intuition by Tasha Kessler (read after TXT) ๐
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Megan has always thought herself to be different. When her failed suicide attempt awakens her intuition she finds herself face to face with her father. What will she do when she finds out who, or what she really is?
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suddenly smiling, the huge sexy grin reaching up to his eyes making them dance with the hidden humor he found. Shit. This was Dr. Argyrosโ nephew. I felt my face blush, heating from the embarrassment, as the realization hit that there was a strong probability that he too could read minds, and had just heard what I was thinking. He let out a big loud laugh this time confirming my thought pattern.
โAre you cursed too?โ I asked erasing all humor from his face in an instant. โYes.โ Was his only reply. He looked pained and I could tell he didnโt want to continue with this conversation. โIโm a little hungry. And I could use a blanket or two and a pillow, if thatโs ok.โ I said changing the subject.
An hour later he returned with a plate of food, some blankets and a box. โI brought you a sandwich. I hope you like turkeyโฆ. And thereโs some chips too, and a Pepsi.โ He handed me the plate and set the box and Pepsi on the floor next to me placing the folded up blankets next to it. He left the room and returned with another plate. He leaned against the wall holding his plate with one hand and his sandwich in the other and I put my plate on the box. We ate in silence, and when we were finished he took my plate and returned with a pillow and a small cot.
โI suspected this would be a bit more comfortable that the cold hard floor.โ He took the cot and the pillow and set them up walking back to grab the blankets. I stood handing him the blankets just as he started to reach down for them. โThank you.โ I said. As much I wanted to hate this man, as much as I wanted to loathe him, I just couldnโt. He was helping a mad man keep me locked in the prison like cell, chained to the floor like an animal, but I could not make myself hate him. There was a connection there that I couldnโt place. Undeniable and unlike anything I had ever known. I didnโt know what it was or why it was there but hard as I tried I couldnโt ignore it. He made my bed and turned to go leaving the box in the middle of the floor as he left. He stopped with his back turned to me, doorknob in hand. โI donโt want you to hate me eitherโ he whispered, without looking back. He closed the door gently and quietly. In that moment I realized that, despite what he was here for, I didnโt want him to leave.
Cursed
โAre you cursed too?โ I asked erasing all humor from his face in an instant. โYes.โ Was his only reply. He looked pained and I could tell he didnโt want to continue with this conversation. โIโm a little hungry. And I could use a blanket or two and a pillow, if thatโs ok.โ I said changing the subject.
An hour later he returned with a plate of food, some blankets and a box. โI brought you a sandwich. I hope you like turkeyโฆ. And thereโs some chips too, and a Pepsi.โ He handed me the plate and set the box and Pepsi on the floor next to me placing the folded up blankets next to it. He left the room and returned with another plate. He leaned against the wall holding his plate with one hand and his sandwich in the other and I put my plate on the box. We ate in silence, and when we were finished he took my plate and returned with a pillow and a small cot.
โI suspected this would be a bit more comfortable that the cold hard floor.โ He took the cot and the pillow and set them up walking back to grab the blankets. I stood handing him the blankets just as he started to reach down for them. โThank you.โ I said. As much I wanted to hate this man, as much as I wanted to loathe him, I just couldnโt. He was helping a mad man keep me locked in the prison like cell, chained to the floor like an animal, but I could not make myself hate him. There was a connection there that I couldnโt place. Undeniable and unlike anything I had ever known. I didnโt know what it was or why it was there but hard as I tried I couldnโt ignore it. He made my bed and turned to go leaving the box in the middle of the floor as he left. He stopped with his back turned to me, doorknob in hand. โI donโt want you to hate me eitherโ he whispered, without looking back. He closed the door gently and quietly. In that moment I realized that, despite what he was here for, I didnโt want him to leave.
Cursed
Publication Date: 10-27-2011
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