Perfect Love (A Celestra Novella) (15 page)

A violent wind whips through the vicinity, and we look in the direction of the unexpected gust.

A woman appears in a dense, dark cloud. Her black hair flows like a necrotic river, her eyes knife through the darkness like shinning green lanterns.

“Holy hotness,” Liam whispers.

“More like holy crap,” I say as she strides in this direction. Crap and Chloe Bishop are one in the same these days. She’s made life on Paragon miserable the last two years and happens to be the sole reason I’m stranded on the other side of the eternal veil.

“My my…” She walks a slow circle around my brother. Chloe looks sharper, more refined, far more wicked than I ever remember. She’s been relegated to the Transfer to endure Ezrina’s punishment, only it turns out Ezrina’s tattered features were of her own doing. Chloe can be as beautiful as she wants. And judging by my brother’s reaction, he completely approves.

Chloe locks eyes with him while wearing her lust on her sleeve. “Who in the hell are you?” She moans it out as if he were everything she wanted. But both Chloe and I know that’s a lie. For one, he’s not Gage.

“By all means, ladies first.” He walks his own circle around her, and now it feels as if I’m intruding on some primitive mating ritual.

“Chloe Bishop.” She holds out her hand, and he’s quick to bring it to his lips.

“Liam Oliver.”

“
Oliver
?” Chloe’s eyes widen to the size of Texas. “Do tell…” She looks from me to my brother. “Where have they been hiding you all these years?” Chloe looks genuinely thrown for a loop.

“None of your business. Come on, Liam.” I try to pluck him out of her midst, but he’s screwed his toes into the ground.

“I think Liam wants to stay,” Chloe coos, threading her fingers with his. “You up for some coffee? Maybe catch a good old-fashioned steak and egg breakfast? My treat.”

Liam perks at the mention of a juicy tenderloin.

Chloe is good at what she does, I’ll give her that. I’d better set my brother straight before she gets her hooks in too deep.

“She’s the reason I’m dead, Liam. She hacked my head off without thinking twice, and she’s got it out for Celestra.”

Chloe tilts her head in my direction. “And I’m going to kill Skyla, knock Celestra off its imaginary pedestal, and have Gage all to myself one day. There.” She gives one of her deranged smiles over to my brother. “I believe you’re all caught up. Shall we?”

“Yes, we shall.”

“Would you care to join us?” Her eyes spit a fire into mine.

“
No
.” I tap my brother. “Let’s get out of here, Liam. I’m sure Barron and Emma would love to see you. We can take a light drive—visit Mom and Dad. We can even hunt down that girl you’ve been telling me about. I bet she’s still as beautiful as you remember.” Right about now I’d offer to take him to the moon if he wanted.

Liam stares off at the woods while considering my offer. He’s falling hard under Bishop’s spell, and it’s not a good thing—especially since he’s looking to get laid, and she’s all too willing to provide the ride.

A horn blares into the virginal morning as the ferry pulls away from shore. I turn to find the tailgate to Gage’s truck in its upright position, not a sign of either Skyla or him near it.

I stare off at the ferry, trying to make out the passengers, but from this vantage point, everything looks like a sponge painting. It’s foggy as hell. Skyla and Gage are probably inside. Skyla never did like what the Paragon weather did to her hair—said it turned her into a bush. God, I miss her. I wouldn’t care if she were covered with fur from head to toe. I’d love her just the same.

“Who are we seeing off today?” Chloe stands beside me, squinting as the ferry pushes toward Host.

“It’s Skyla’s first day of school,” Liam offers.

Crap. It’s pretty clear I’ve got a whole list of dos and don’ts I need to go over with him, starting with don’t feed into Chloe Bishop.

“Skyla’s first day of school? How absolutely precious.” Chloe nestles into her own skin as if she were pleased as hell with whatever it is she’s plotting. “I’ve got a little business I need to tend to with the Paragon Princess.” The words swim from her lips like a thinly-veiled threat. “In fact, I have a guest in the Transfer I’ve been dying for her to meet. I might just arrange for that—” Chloe doubles over abruptly and cuts short her rambling speech. Her face bleaches out, pale as concrete. A groan expels from her throat as she starts in on a series of dry heaves.

Liam bounces back. “You feeling all right? You need some water?”

“I’ll gladly push you into the harbor,” I offer.

A crow screams overhead, and Chloe gives a quick glance up before backing the hell into the forest as if a demon were about to snatch her.

Liam and I watch as she fades to a mass of swirling molecules.

“What the hell was that about?” He touches the air in her wake as if making sure she’s truly gone. With Chloe you never know.

“I think
that’s
what it’s about.” I point skyward at the crow still hovering above. “That bird is the new home of Holden Kragger. My friend, Nevermore, used to live inside that ball of feathers. You’ll get to meet Nev soon. There are quite a few people we won’t be avoiding, and Nev’s one of them. If I remember correct, part of the punishment was that Nevermore’s form couldn’t be near Ezrina’s, which would explain the fact Chloe had to excuse herself. I guess Holden makes her sick—literally.”

“Good to know. I’ll be sure to keep Ms. Bishop in a bird-free environment the next time we meet.”

“You won’t need to. With any luck we’ll know where that damn bird is twenty-four seven.”

“Where’s that?” Liam looks slightly ticked as if I were suggesting we use his dick as a perch.

“With Skyla Messenger. It looks like Holden Kragger is going to be her warped little guardian.” And that alone saved his neck. Holden once tried to force himself on Skyla. I had planned on removing him from the planet permanently—giving one of the feathers to Nev to stick in his hat out of posterity, but, for now, Holden Kragger is very, very safe. “And you’d better get Bishop out of your brain. She’s nothing but trouble. Besides, you’ll want someone who’s into you, and Chloe could never be that person. She has eyes only for Gage.” I learned that the hard way myself, but I wasn’t too sorry. She wasn’t the one for me.

“Yeah, well, she looked pretty interested in the goods”—he grabs his crotch—“and a lonely guy like me has to start somewhere.”

“Start somewhere else.”

I glance over at the gaping hole in the harbor. The ferry has long since faded from sight.

There they go. Gage and Skyla are embarking on a new adventure without me—the first of many. The thought has my stomach feeling as if it’s been scraped with a razor. If it wasn’t for Liam and his decades-in-the making hard-on, I would have been long gone by now. But something tells me neither Skyla nor Gage would approve of that.

Just the thought of seeing them together kills me. This is going to be harder than I ever imagined.

A pain, with no beginning and no end, settles in my chest. It feels familiar, as if I’ve owned it all along, for as far back as losing my parents. Losing the ones I love seems to be a theme in my life. The dark fog of depression rolls in, crashing right over my head.

Watching Gage with Skyla is going to be a fate worse than death. It was one thing in high school when he was there to protect her—to keep her safe until she could be with me again. But now, I’m nothing more than a ghost, some phantom from the past, haunting them until the day Gage leaves this planet. And if I’m right, Skyla is going to move heaven and earth to make sure that doesn’t happen anytime soon. She loves Gage, and so do I. Hell, I’ll work with her to make sure he sticks around for a good, long while.

“You okay?” Liam lands a heavy hand over my shoulder. “Let’s head over to Barron’s, I think I still owe him a wedgie. People still do that?” He gets that sarcastic look on his face that I remember all too well. “Maybe you’d like a demonstration.”

“Touch my boxers and you’ll have very little left to impress the ladies with.”

He holds up his hands. “Let’s get out of here.” He walks us over to the woods. “It’s going to get easier. I promise, man. I’ll be here for you every step of the way.”

Easier. I wonder how easy it’ll be for me to congratulate them on their wedding day. Or to look either one of them in the eye each day after that because I know for a fact how they’ll keep warm on those cold Paragon nights. I wonder how easy it’s going to be to restrain from ripping off Gage’s gloating balls. Not that he’s the gloating type, but she’ll put a grin on his face, and I’ll want to take it right back off.

“It’s going to be hard as shit,” I lament.

“It’s going to be fine.” He drapes his arm over my shoulder.

“It’s going to be hell.”

“You always such a ball of sunshine?”

“Only on days that end in Y.” I hook my hand over his arm.

“I’m glad to be back, man.” Liam gives a quick sniff. “Thanks for thinking of me. I plan on making the most of it.”

“It’s good to have you.” I glance over at the long, lonely highway up head—the thicket of evergreens to our left, the fog settling over the island, heavy as wool. “It’s good to be back on Paragon.”

It’s going to be hell, but it’s good to be back.

Thank you to my wonderful, awesome, readers. You, alone, are the reason this book was created. The characters in Celestra have been like family, and I wanted to share this special event in Logan’s life with you. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for taking this journey with me. I hope you found the closure you desired with Celestra, and I look forward to sharing many more adventures with you in Skyla’s new series, Celestra Forever After.

To the girls I could never do this without, Christina Kendler and Rachel
Tsoumbakos, thank you for your beautiful, keen eyes. You are truly a powerhouse. I honestly cannot thank either of you enough. Hugs all around!

To Sarah, my sweet, sweet, Sarah who I regularly annoy—how I love you. Thank you for your editing jitsu skillz that once again helped me carve out another novel. You rock.

And finally, to Him who sits on the throne; worthy is the Lamb. Your word is manna for my hungry soul. You alone are enough. I owe you everything.

Addison Moore is a
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