Darkness Falls (Immortal Beloved Book 02)
Tiernan, CateI want you.” Reyn’s voice, low and insistent, seemed to come at me from all angles. And no wonder, because he was looming over me obnoxiously as I filled a big glass jar with basmati rice from the twenty-five-pound sack we keep in the pantry.
Look at me: “we.” I’m all about the “we-ness,” as if I belonged here at River’s Edge, rehab central for wayward immortals. Sort of a twelve-step program. Which in my case had more like a hundred and eleventy steps. I’d been a Riverite only two months and had no idea how long it would take to undo 450-plus years of bad behavior. At least several more weeks, for sure. Probably more like seven or eight years. Or longer. Ugh.
I shifted closer to the big wooden kitchen worktable and hoped I wouldn’t spill rice everywhere, because God knows that would be a pain in the ass to clean up.
“You want me, too.” I could practically hear his fists clenching and unclenching.
“No, I don’t. Go away.” Welcome to the freak-show circus of Nastasya’s romantic exploits. It isn’t for the faint of heart. Or the faint of stomach. Is that a phrase?
Nastasya: C’est moi. One of your friendly neighborhood immortals. Except for the friendly part. If I’m being honest. A couple months ago, I’d realized I’d good-timed myself into a wretched place of depraved indifference, and I’d sought help from River, an immortal I’d met back in 1929. Now I was here in rural Massachusetts, learning how to be one with nature, magick, peace, love, harmony, etc. Or at least trying not to feel like throwing myself headfirst into a wood chipper.
There were other immortals here: four teachers and currently eight students. Such as me. And Reyn, Viking wonderboy. For example.