Back Cruel Illusions
Chapters (44)
  1. Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Dedication
  4. CHAPTER 1
  5. CHAPTER 2
  6. CHAPTER 3
  7. CHAPTER 4
  8. CHAPTER 5
  9. CHAPTER 6
  10. CHAPTER 7
  11. CHAPTER 8
  12. CHAPTER 9
  13. CHAPTER 10
  14. CHAPTER 11
  15. CHAPTER 12
  16. CHAPTER 13
  17. CHAPTER 14
  18. CHAPTER 15
  19. CHAPTER 16
  20. CHAPTER 17
  21. CHAPTER 18
  22. CHAPTER 19
  23. CHAPTER 20
  24. CHAPTER 21
  25. CHAPTER 22
  26. CHAPTER 23
  27. CHAPTER 24
  28. CHAPTER 25
  29. CHAPTER 26
  30. CHAPTER 27
  31. CHAPTER 28
  32. CHAPTER 29
  33. CHAPTER 30
  34. CHAPTER 31
  35. CHAPTER 32
  36. CHAPTER 33
  37. CHAPTER 34
  38. CHAPTER 35
  39. CHAPTER 36
  40. CHAPTER 37
  41. CHAPTER 38
  42. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  43. More from the Author
  44. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

He lets out a little sigh, like he was holding his breath, and then his hands are against my neck, thumbs tilting my chin upward. His lips press into mine, and we both shiver, mouths moving slowly, like we’re each exploring a new home. When we break away, I wind my fingers into his. I stare up into his wide, hungry eyes, but it’s a different type of hunger than I saw in them before. It makes me want to pull him to me again. Maybe bite his lip just for fun. I can feel my cheeks heat at the thought, and he raises an eyebrow like he wants to know exactly what I’m thinking.

I shake my head as I smile up at him. There’s something more important that we have to do. “I have people I want you to meet.”

It hasn’t been that long since I stood in front of this red door, but it feels like I’ve lived an entire year or maybe even an entire lifetime in the meanwhile. Roman stands beside me looking like a guy about to pick up a girl for his first date ever, but we’re way past that.

I reach out a hand to knock and let it drop. It’s the second time I’ve done that. Guilt needles into me sharper than any vampire fangs or knives. I was never leaving Parker for good, but I can’t help worrying there will be hurt on his face when he sees me. And all I ever wanted was to be the one person who never hurt him.

Roman clears his throat. “Are you sure you want me here?”

“That’s not the problem,” I say. “I want you to meet my…” “Family” teeters on the edge of my tongue, and I want to say the word, but my heart squeezes as if it might burst if I do. Deb asked me to be part of the family, and I left. What if it was a onetime offer? She told me to come home anytime, but people say a lot of things they don’t mean.

I try to start again. “I want you to meet everyone. I just… I left them.”

Roman doesn’t tell me it’s okay. Instead, he reaches out for my hand and weaves his fingers between mine, squeezing tight enough that it feels like nothing in this world could break his grip on me.

I panic for a second. My body leans away from him. My instinct is still to pull away from that type of security before it can be taken from me. But that’s what I did with Deb.