Chapter Fourteen
Abruptly, the electrical current disappeared, dropping Torrin and Juliette unceremoniously to the hard ground. Heavy, cold rain splattered across their faces.
Torrin was the first to open his eyes. Gathering Juliette into his arms, he leaned over her to protect her from the torrential downpour. “Falden! Enough with the rain!”
Falden lowered his sword, sheathing the blade in the scabbard strapped to his back. Slowly the rain let up until only a fine, misty drizzle remained.
Stroking Juliette’s cheek with the tips of his fingers, Torrin brushed his lips lightly against hers.
Juliette’s arms snaked around his neck, pulling him toward her for more.
He groaned, wanting nothing more than to take her back to the small cargo ship they’d stolen and pleasure her until she was
