Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 63214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
“No. I want your everything.”
“I. . .” I swayed on my feet. “I can’t give you everything.”
He frowned. “I know.”
“Then. . .”
“Then we will enjoy what we can have.”
“You’re not making sense.”
“This will never make sense, so enjoy our time together.”
“And then what?”
“Learn from it.”
“What the hell could this teach me?”
“Everything.” He rushed to me and slid his long cold fingers under my chin and tipped my face up to his. “Just let go.”
“Wait.” I pushed him away, but stopped, when beautiful white wings rose behind him.
A piano played. Not a subtle tune. It was like one of those jazz tunes with no words. A flute joined. Cymbals sounded. A deep voice whispered something over and over.
I looked around. “Where the hell is that coming from?”
“The trees.” He cradled the sides of my face and neck in his hands. Now in this form, his skin warmed against mine. He kissed me softly at first. “I want you.”
He sucked on my lower lip, second by second, drawing it into his mouth and then releasing it as he moaned.
I couldn’t help it.
I let go for those sensual seconds. He increased the pressure of his mouth on mine, sucking my tongue with more hunger than before.
Melting my body as he pressed his hard frame against me. “What will you do tonight? Hide or have an adventure?”
“Um.” I moved his hands away and climbed out of his arms. “I need a minute. I have questions. I need—”
A saxophone interrupted me. The music rising higher into the air. I walked in a circle, staring up at the trees and then looking back at Remy. “The trees are playing music?”
“No. The trees are pulling out your memories.”
“My memories?” I listened to the song closer. It did sound familiar. The yard illuminated around us.
Remy’s wings flapped back and forth behind him. “You have to let go.”
I looked around me. “I think I’ve already let go. My mind is definitely not here.”
“Let go some more.” He closed the distance between us. “Let’s have an adventure. Let’s fly.”
“I’m more of a sit in the house and read a book type of girl.”
“Not tonight.” He gripped my waist and raised us in the air.
Fast, we soared high. My heart hammered against my chest. Shrieking, I grabbed onto him just like in my dream. But this moment was real. Cold wind whipped around me. My curls swung around my head. Rollercoaster sensation of rising zipped through my legs.
“Let go, Faith. Let go, my little ice queen.”
Snow topped trees ran by under our feet. His wings spread out, flapping in long strides. We rose higher, so high I couldn’t look down. I just held in my scream and shook in fear of falling from his arms. We rocked in the air. Pressure pushed against my head. My jacket flapped around me. Each second felt like long defying minutes.
“Why are you so scared?” Remy whipped us up to the clouds.
“Well, for one, I don’t want to freaking fall from the sky and die.” Tightening my shivering grip on him, I shut my eyes closed as the wind blew harder against my face. “Get us to where you want us to go and fast!”
“You won’t die.”
“Says who?”
“Says science and religion and me.”
Maybe the breathing and living snowman has a point.
Calm poured through me, yet my blood still rushed and my stomach dropped down to my feet. I opened my eyes and gazed down. A pack of howling wolves raced below, leaving a trail of footprints in the snow. I’d never heard of wolves being in this area, but then I hadn’t known snowmen came alive either.
“No one dies,” he said again.
“But you’re dead,” I whispered.
“I’m only dead to you because you have not lived this way yet.”
“And will I live this way?”
“I don’t know. Are you lost? Do you need to be found?”
“I don’t know.”
The rest of my questions left my head.
Flying, he ran his fingers through my hair and stroked my curls. “You’re so soft and warm.”
He cupped the back of my head and pulled me closer into him, deepening his caresses and flying us forward.
We almost merged together, melding into the other and becoming one. I lay my head against his chest. His heartbeat in a hypnotic rhythm and no one could tell me that he wasn’t alive. Life flowed through his icy body. Electric and magical.
This is real.
And then the odd sensations shifted. Instead of going up, they zipped down as if we’d reached the top of the rollercoaster and were now descending. I opened my eyes.
He brought us down to a massive hill piled with several feet of snow.
When his feet touched the ground, they sank, deeper and deeper into the snow. Lowering and lowering. We must’ve sank five to six feet into the hill of snow.
We continued to lower into the snow-covered earth.