Fallen Into Hell: Fallen: Book 2 by Layna Snow (best romance books of all time .TXT) 📕

felt like limp noodles. Her muscles protesting all the recent activity. Her body begged for rest, but she couldn’t rest yet. Even these dark tunnels held danger. She figured that out recently.

Soph leaned against the cool rock, letting her cheek press against it, pulling strength, and peace from the very essence. She wanted to be as solid, as hard as the rock. To be as emotionless. She didn’t want to fall apart or fall in general! How would they find her on the floor? Not that she thought they would go in without her.

And leave their sex-doll outside?

Soph sighed and shook her head, not wanting to deal with that information yet. She would eventually think about this, analyze this, but not now. She would have plenty of time once she went home.

The thought made sorrow press in on her. Made pain fracture through her body, anew. But she pressed it back with all the determination she had.

“Come,” a deep, raw voice rose from the darkness, as a large hand settled on her arm. As much power and violence as that hand contained, Thane was gentle as he led her back into the cave.

The soft illumination showed her that the place had been torn apart, and for a moment she thought that someone else had been there, but the guys didn’t seem concerned. In fact, Adrian looked a little guilty.

“God, this place is a mess. But we sure weren’t going through things methodologically when we weaponed up. We’ll get to it tomorrow, Phie. For now, you should rest. Huh? Then you can tell us what happened. Okay, you sexy thang?”

Soph looked over at him, seeing his beautiful lips pulled up into a half-grin. If she ignored his eyes, she would have said that he was back to his normal teasing self, but there was a dark look in the depths of his gaze, shadows that she didn’t understand, that told otherwise. And she had no idea what it meant.

And because she was so tired, Sophie just nodded.

This time, she didn’t try to go to the couch, she knew that they didn’t want her to sleep there. And she knew that they would sleep where she did. It wasn’t a question, and she didn’t really mind. Right now, it’d be nice to cuddle a little.

She still felt a little anxious. On edge, like she was waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Sophie managed to trudge into the bedroom, not even bothering to turn on the weird-tweaked light between the beds, or to get undressed. She simply flopped into Thane’s bed and shut her eyes. If it wasn’t for the boys, she was sure that she’d have spent the night on top of the covers, but they tugged and pulled until the blanket was out from under her, before settling it over her.

She kept her eyes closed, wanting to block out the rest of the world. She knew that if she opened them, she’d see that one of the guys had turned on the light, the pink hue of her eyelids attested that fact.

She knew that she’d see the at least one of them was looking down at her. She could feel the stare on her face.

Was it Thanatos, with his emotionless expression? Or Adrian with hunger, and probably annoyance, in his eyes? She really didn’t want to find out.

Just go to sleep. Deal with it tomorrow. It will all still be there.

And maybe that’s what she was afraid of. She didn’t really want it to still be there. She didn’t like this stress. It was different from the anxiety she felt in real life. And she didn’t know how to handle it.

Soph felt the bed dip, felt the warmth of a body slide under the covers with her. And then a hard, hot arm slid around her, pulling her into an equally toasty and musclebound body.

She curled into Thane, soaking up all the comfort she could get. And then the other side of the bed shifted, and another body pressed against her back. They were naked, and she could feel that Adrian was excited. But he didn’t try anything, just cuddled against her, his breath in her hair and his hand resting possessively against her hip.

“G’night, sweet cheeks,” Adrian’s teasing voice whispered against her ear. Sophie just nodded, shifting a little to get comfortable, and forced herself to think about something other than them, other than her sister, and other than that deal she made with the Devil.

She just prayed that she could sleep.

Because Lordy, did she ever need it!

20

As much as Sophie wanted to sleep. As exhausted as she was, she just couldn’t shut her mind off. She couldn’t quiet all those doubts and fears in her head.

What would happen after she left, would she have to find her way back to New Mexico on her own? And then how was she to make it back to Canada? She hadn’t thought about it, but now she realized that she didn’t have her passport anymore. It was in her backpack with the rest of her belongings.

And of course she was worried about her sister. What would happen if she couldn’t find the Devil’s daughter? Would he get his revenge on her by taking back what he gave?

It was all so horrible that she just couldn’t rest. It was like a churning of anxious ideas mixing in her head, like darkness whirling about in her mind.

At this rate, she was going to get an ulcer!

Not even the steady beats of Thane’s heart against her ear, or the gentle sway of Adrian’s chest against her back could lull her into sleep. It had been hours since the boys’ breathing evened out, until they drifted off to sleep and she couldn’t stop thinking about the what-ifs that had taken up her life.

And of course, even