Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 140462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 702(@200wpm)___ 562(@250wpm)___ 468(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 702(@200wpm)___ 562(@250wpm)___ 468(@300wpm)
An elven prince shouldn’t be working at Best Burgers Bonanza. Yet here I am, banished to the human realm for a lifetime of toil and misery. I guess that’s what I get for being a traitor and the shortest elf at the Nocturne Court, with a shadow no darker than a tea stain.
I’m stuck with no scheme up my sleeve when destiny brings me face to face with the answer to all my troubles.
Hawk. A dangerous human on the run from prison, so tall my neck hurts when I meet his gaze. His shadow is dark as death and it will be mine if only I can force him to marry me.
What I don’t expect though is the price for his exquisite power.
He wants my body.
I’ve never been an object of anyone’s desire, but I will do whatever it takes to make him my Dark Companion.
When our illicit deal shatters the ice around my heart, keeping Hawk at arm's length becomes impossible.
Our bond is supposed to be one of convenience. He’s crude, violent, reckless, and wants to devour me in the filthiest ways. He’s everything I shouldn’t want.
I chose him to be my salvation, but he might just prove to be my downfall.
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Chapter 1
Hawk
Do sardines ever get canned with sardines that previously tried to shank them, so they’re stuck together for years, until the Grim Reaper opens the container and devours them both? I’ve been at death’s door five times, so I guess I’m long overdue a hot date with Hades.
Today, I am that unlucky sardine, and the guy who almost succeeded at killing me two months ago glares at me from across the van. The two guards escorting us to another prison sit close to the doors at the back, discussing something in low voices. Both Samson and I are cuffed to the floor by our ankles and wrists, too far away from anyone, including each other, to cause any damage.
I should resent being treated like some rabid beast, but let’s be honest, I deserve it. If my cuffs had any slack, I’d be wrapping the chain between them around Samson’s neck.
With no one here to make sure protocol is followed, the younger of the guards, a cute blond with a canine protruding from the line formed by his otherwise straight smile, turns on his cell phone and flashes his colleague something. They both grin.
“What is it? Redheads? Cumshots? Gay?” I ask, letting my gaze linger on the young guard’s eyes. I would do him in a heartbeat, even if he is a bit too muscular for my taste. But then again, nobody’s perfect.
A low grunt echoes between the truck’s steel walls, and the guard stuffs his cell down his pocket. The daylight sneaking through small barred windows offers me a flash of his horrified expression as he stutters, “No, that’s… my kid. Jesus Christ, Coleman, shut the hatch to that filthy mind of yours! I’m sure you can find a dick to suck in your new cell.”
Damn right I can. I’ve had enough going on in the face department to get down and dirty with pretty boys back in high school, and at thirty, I’d be even more of a catch if I hadn’t been unfairly incarcerated. Green eyes and tattoos can make a guy forget such minor details as a murder conviction. I’ve actually had several marriage proposals by mail.
Samson looks up with his bloodshot eyes. “Getting antsy? Not fucked anyone since your last hole sold you out?”
I don’t know why he’s baiting me, because neither one of us can reach the other. We’re stuck like two eunuchs at an orgy.
“I don’t come and tell,” I tell him in a steady voice, because the reality is that between suffering from an infection and barely recovering from this bastard turning my stomach into a pin cushion, I’m not in the mood for procuring blowjobs. At least while in hospital, I got the great news of being STD-free.
“You should be dead!” Samson snarls and spits at me, but his saliva pathetically falls next to my shoe.
I smirk. “With that kind of aim, no wonder you have no kids waiting for you out there.”
Samson lowers his voice. “Next time I’ll aim my knife for your fucking dick. If you survive that, at least you’ll get to live your shittiest life.”
One of the guards scowls at us. “Can you two shut it? You’ll both be in the can for life. Why make yourself even more miserable?”
I hold Samson’s gaze, until his blue eyes are my sole focus, his scarred jaw and the narrow nose that would have been so easy to break, only a blur. “Or maybe magic will save me again, and I’ll end up with an additional inch between my legs. Who knows?”