After the Rain (The Twisted Fate Series Book 1) by Unknown Read Free Book Online Page A

in a million gazillion millennia, no way Jose, nada.”
    “You don’t have to take it that far, okay.” Marcus sounded offended. “I mean, it was, it was….” His pupils dilated as he looked at her again, and she felt her face go hot. “Never mind. Let’s just make sure it doesn’t happen again.”
    “Oh, it won’t!” Stormy was certainly never going to let that happen again.
    “Was it that bad?” Marcus suddenly asked looking a little crestfallen.
    Stormy was taken aback by the question and licked her lips, still tasting him. “No. It was… um, it was… it was good.” It had been good. In fact, it had probably been too good.

    Marcus was satisfied. He didn’t want to kiss her again, but his ego dictated that she didn’t think he was a bad kisser, either.
    But it hadn’t jus t been a kiss. He remembered his hand on her breast and her hand… he looked down at his pants and saw that the zip was undone. Stormy followed his gaze with her eyes and went bright red.
    “Oops,” she said, clutching at her top as she realized that one of her straps had slipped down.
    What the hell had just happened?

    Oh, She’s been called so many different things over the years, since the dawn of time: Fate, Karma, Kismet, Moirai… But call Her what you like, there was no doubt that She was here, and She was working Her magic on Stormy and Marcus. Weaving Her devious little web around them.
    Trapping them.
    Pushing them.
    Pulling them.
    Twisting, turning, moving and manipulating them to Her divine will. Making them dance to the beat of Her invisible drum…
    But where would She take them exactly? Oh, where indeed… Well, that remains to be seen. But if the conjuring of a freak storm was anything to go by, this was just the start of a very bumpy ride that these two star-crossed lovers-to-be would find themselves on.

6
    There’s no such thing as vampires
    The Jomo Kenyatta airport in Nairobi looked like a marketplace. It was packed and buzzing with activity. Dozens of planes had been grounded due to the freak storm and frightened passengers had been herded into the cramped airport terminal like cattle. Some were still green around the gills and wobbly from their landings, while others were bruised and scraped due to falling luggage, but all of them looked relieved.
    Despite the chaos, the airport was full of happy chatter. People phoning home and letting their loved ones know that they were okay, honeymooners making out, and parents hugging their children. No one cared that they had been inconvenienced; they just cared that they were still alive. The atmosphere buzzed and hummed with a happy, joyous energy.
    But Stormy felt anything but happy, and as she glanced up at Marcus, she was pretty sure that he was feeling the exact same thing. That queer look of agitation on his face that had caused his brow to furrow seemed like a dead giveaway.
    As they made their way through the cheerful commotion, Stormy felt more frightened and shocked than she had when she thought she was going to die. What had just happened? Not the plane almost plummeting from the sky thing… the other thing.The thing! Things like that didn’t happen to her. Sure, she was a spontaneous, live-for-the-moment kind of gal, but she was in no way a public-unzip-and-touch type of gal. She had never done anything like it in her life. Well, okay, maybe once – the time she and Tim had gone to the drive-in when they were 18. That had gotten pretty wild. But it was nothing compared to this!
    The world around them felt like it was moving, but time was standing still for her as her brain desperately tried to process what they’d just been through. The awkwardness was overwhelming. This was not an elephant in the room between them – it was a Boeing 747 on serious steroids. Neither of them had uttered a syllable since walking off the plane.
    Stormy stood in silence amongst the crowd. Marcus had placed himself a few meters away, watching the bags go around and around