After the Rain (The Twisted Fate Series Book 1) Read Online Free

announcement broke her train of thought. The voice sent chills down her spine.
    “Come.” Marcus was already on his feet, picking up her bags and heading for the gate.
    Stormy froze as the fear and panic seized every muscle in her body and turned all her joints to slabs of cold concrete. She couldn’t do this.
    Every single one of her six-and-a-half senses knew it. She could practically smell it. Something big was about to happen. Something potentially life-changing. She could feel it.

No! She just couldn’t. There was no way she could get onto that plane.

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    Marcus only noticed that Stormy wasn’t behind him as he was handing his ticket over. He turned to discover (to his absolute irritation) that she hadn’t moved. She looked like a mime artist who had frozen into position. Marcus huffed as he put his ticket back in his pocket and broke away from the queue.
    But as he moved closer to her, he saw nothing but fear and trepidation etched on her face. For the first time since meeting her, he looked into her eyes. He was both startled and unsettled. She had the greenest eyes he’d ever seen – not a light, insipid green, but a rich, dark emerald green that was intensified by her pale, porcelain skin. And right now, those green eyes were wide and glassy with terror. He held her gaze for a moment as a strange feeling surged through his body and settled in his stomach. His irritation suddenly melted away, giving rise to… to what, exactly? He quickly pushed the unfamiliar feeling aside – he didn’t like the unfamiliar.
    “Are you coming?” he asked, pointing at the boarding gate.
    Stormy blinked several times and then looked up at him like a terrified deer in the headlights. Were those…? Yes, tears had welled up in her eyes. Was she seriously crying ? Over a flight ? This was ridiculous. She was clearly way too sensitive. Or irrational, or unreasonable or something emotional and womanly like that. Just another thing to add to the list of her most annoying attributes. Saccharine , verbose, nonsensical and overly-sensitive. (And possibly a mime artist .)
    “Stormy-Rain… um, Stormy, Rainbow… STORMY…” Shit this was confusing . “There’s nothing to worry about, flying is safer than driving.”
    But as those words had left his mouth, almost as if on cue, tears started streaming down her face. Marcus was not used to open displays of emotion like this, especially in public, and he automatically looked around to see if her meltdown was attracting an audience. The last thing he wanted was to be seen with a crying woman. What would people think?
    “If we were meant to fly, we would have been given wings,” Stormy said in between slightly breathy whimpers.
    “What?” Marcus shook his head, wondering if he’d understood her properly. This was the worst logic he’d ever heard. “If we were meant to travel across the sea, we would have been given gills –” he started to counter her argument, adopting his most reasonable courtroom voice – only he wasn’t expecting what came next.
    “We do have gills in utero, they just close before we’re born.”
    Marcus stared at Stormy, trying to figure out how the hell he could respond to that. He had no clue. But there was no time to try and figure out how her brain worked – and anyway, even if he had the luxury of an entire decade, he would probably never figure that out. It was clear that she operated on another page – no, perhaps an entirely different book . The gates were closing in five minutes and if he did not get her on the flight, Damien and Lilly would be furious.
    “Okay,” he half-whispered, hoping that his best attempt at a calm voice would reassure her. “What can I do to help you?”
    Stormy immediately extended her hand to him. “Hold my hand, please.”
    “I… you want me to what ?” Marcus could hardly believe that this almost-stranger was asking him to hold her hand. Not something he was used to. Not something