The Art of Kissing

THE ART OF KISSING

(A PACT BETWEEN THE FORGOTTEN, #3)

JESSICA SORENSEN

The Art of Kissing

Jessica Sorensen

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CONTENTS

1. Raven

2. Jax

3. Raven

4. Hunter

5. Raven

6. Raven

7. Raven

8. Raven

9. Hunter

10. Raven

11. Zay

12. Raven

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1

RAVEN

Water is pouring over me. Warm water. Not like the water in the lake. The water that nearly took me away. The water that I almost wanted to take me away.

Let me lay here,

Deep inside the darkness,

Where I can never breathe the toxic air,

Again.

The air made of lies, pain, and agony.

The air of life.

Just let me die.

Why didn’t you let me die—

I gasp, becoming aware that I’m holding my breath as I stand underneath the waterfall of the faucet. I suck in a breath, and then another, trying to get rid of this pressure inside my chest. But it remains, squeezing and crushing, as if begging me to just stop breathing.

I thought that, after Jaxon saved me, I would be perfectly okay. I felt okay at first, but then I got in the shower, underneath the water, and it all came rushing back to me.

I can’t breathe.

I’m going to die.

Maybe I just should.

The thing is, I swear I have had those thoughts before, swear I have been in a similar situation before, when water almost swept me away from the pain forever. I’m not sure when that would have happened, though. I mean, for as long as I can remember, I have been terrified of water. I thought it was because I can’t swim, but maybe there’s a darker reason. One my parents kept from me.

Why would they do that?

I’m not sure.

I’m not sure about anything anymore.

I can’t help thinking, though, about how I keep having these images of me spending time with a younger Jax and Hunter. That makes no sense. I have never been to Honeyton before … right?

Who the fuck knows? I used to think I knew, yet I’m starting to question everything about my damn life.