Insight (Web of Hearts and Souls #1)(63)

Livingston didn’t answer him.

“Now is not the time to be silent,” Brady said, pushing Livingston to answer Landen.

“Dad,” Marc said, putting his hand on Livingston’s shoulder. Livingston looked down, avoiding all of our eyes.

I looked at Rose for some kind of help, and even though she held no expression on her face, I could still feel her confidence and pride in me. Landen’s eyes moved to Ashten, only to find him staring at the floor.

“Rose, will you please tell my mother that Willow and I said goodnight,” Landen said as he let his hand fall into mine and led me to the door.

“I’ll drive you,” Brady said, following us. “I’m coming, too,” Marc said as he followed us outside. Landen opened the back door of the Jeep for me to slide in. He then slid in beside me and wrapped his arm around me. Marc climbed in the front seat as Brady started to drive away.

“What’s going on around here?” Brady asked in an aggravated tone.

“Marc, has your dad said anything to you?” Landen asked.

Marc turned in his seat. I could feel his frustration and confusion. “He’s been acting strange for the past week or so. I don’t understand what’s gotten into him,” he said, first looking at me, then to Landen.

“Right now, I don’t care. I’m going to bring Willow’s friends home and put all of this behind us,” Landen said, glancing at me.

Hearing his words, I exhaled, hoping it would be that simple. Brady pulled in front of our house, and Landen and I climbed out of the back seat. “Just get some rest tonight. We’ll go back and talk to them, and maybe they’ll tell us something,” Marc said as he looked out the window at us.

Landen nodded and waved. We then turned to climb the steps, and as Landen reached for the doorknob, he hesitated and looked at me.

“Can you still feel their emotions?” he thought. I nodded, feeling the distant anguish and dread.

“Come on,” he said, taking my hand and leading me off the porch.

“Where are we going?” I asked as we stepped off the porch and began to walk through the dark field.

“A different part of Chara. We won’t be able to rest if we try to untangle their emotions or intent through the night,” Landen said, looking down at me, he squeezed my hand. “I want to be alone with you.”

“Are you reading my intent, Chambers?” I said with a sly grin.

“Nope.” He said trying hold back a sinful smirk. “My own intentions are too powerful,” he said as those entrancing eyes traveled down my body and rose to meet my eyes once more.

I felt those words swarm in my core. We both picked up our pace.

I wrapped my arm around his waist as he led us into the string. Within the white light, we both felt a peace come over us, and the swarm of mixed emotions I felt was replaced by an overpowering love that I felt from him. We turned to the left and walked ten short feet, and there I could see a light yellow passage. I closed my eyes as we stepped through the haze, taking in the tingle. The sky was just as dark as it was at our home, and the half moon showed the way. I could hear waves breaking and smell the salt in the air. A small beach house was just a few feet away from us.

“Now we’re alone,” he said, smiling down at me.

I grinned and took off in a sprint to the dark beach house. Once I arrived, I climbed the short steps that led to the porch and pushed open the front door. Landen caught me in his arms, laughing, and I turned and looked up at him. He quelled that laugh with a deep kiss as he reached down and clasped my thighs before wrapping them around him and pressing us against the door.

“This dress has been the death of me all night,” he thought as his body pinned me in place and his hands glided over me.

“You don’t like it,” I whispered as my eyes fluttered closed.

His hands reached back for my thighs then moved forward as he rocked against me, at the same time his lips had eased down my throat and were passing my collarbone. “Love this dress, and all the secrets it hides.”

He gripped me in his arms and carried me to the table that was a few feet a way. I fought with his clothes, searching for the smooth feel of his skin against mine.

We went wild in that embrace, the danger, the threat, and the dark emotions had built up throughout the day, we were both trying to heal the other, to wash those emotions away and replace them with unbridled passion. It took us forever to reach the bedroom, each step of the way we left a trail of clothes behind.

One second I was giggling, the next I was gasping for breath, then I would find a way to return every touch he gave me.

As we held each other that tingling sensation swarmed within me, his presence was embracing my soul. Filling in all the cracks of my heart, elevating me to a level of exaltation that I didn’t know existed.





Chapter Twelve




As we lay staring into each other’s eyes, sleep escaped us. I sighed and rolled onto my back, so I could look through the sky light, at the night sky. I could see the moon. It seemed to be growing fuller by the moment. I reached my hand to my chest and let my fingers dance across the details of my medallion. Landen rolled to his side and stared down at the sun and crescent moon. I sensed his confusion.

“Do you really think we lived before?” I asked him.

He looked from the medallion into my eyes. “I’ve never given credit to the myth of living past lives before,” he whispered, “but I know I’ve seen you wear this before.” He looked back to the sun and the moon.