Broken (The Immortal Coven Book 1) by April Gutierrez Read Free Book Online Page B

wheel and sat just a tad straighter. The idea of a clear friendship with a female obviously challenging him.
    “Friends typically have each other’s backs.” I offered as a starter.
    He nodded several times, “That will never be a problem…” he trailed off.
    With a tilt of my head, “and what might be a problem?” I questioned.
    He threw me a sideways glance, “I don’t argue much. I’m not into the drama of it all. These girls here, they seem to thrive on the drama of social life.”
    While I hadn’t spent much time with these girls he was referring to, if today was any indication of what I was in store for in the female department, I knew why he wasn’t interested in any of them.
    “I get what you mean.” I agreed, “I’m also not much for being treated like a child. If you disagree with me on something, tell me like it is.”
    “I think I can do that.” He smiled the gleam in his eye returning.
    “…and what almost happened earlier at my house, us almost kissing…we shouldn’t go there. It will get really confusing and I’m too messed up right now to have you messing with my head.”
    “You’re not messed up; you’re just dealing with life.” He began. “The path you were on changed, and now you need to find your own path.”
    “Sometimes you sound like such an adult. You seem like a completely different person from the boy I met.”
    “Am I to take that as a compliment or worry that you think I have a multiple personality disorder?”
    I busted out laughing but only because at one point today I think it had crossed my mind that he suffered from something of that nature. “You can take it as a compliment for the time being, but if you do it often I may have to say something to your parents.”
    As I giggled at my own statement I realized what I said affected him. The mere mention of his parents had him on edge.
    “I’d rather you not talk to my parents at all if it were possible.” And with that, the shadow of darkness and mystery shrouded upon him once more.
    “What’s wrong with your parents?” my asking was more to understand his reaction.
    “They are not around much.”
    “So, you are alone all the time?” I questioned.
    “Basically.” he retorted.
    “I’m sorry. Sounds like a difficult way to grow up.”
    “I’ve managed. It keeps me… in line. It’s when I do something against their wishes that I am faced with a difficult time.”
    “For example?”
    Again, I noticed an inner struggle. He fidgeted with the wheel and shook his head.
    “We all have our demons, Celia. No one is perfect.” Was all he said. He turned the key in the ignition and silenced the humming engine. The soft music that had been playing in the background stopped and all I could hear was the beating of my own heart.
    My hand reached out and touched his cheek, instantly making his face turn into the palm of my hand. His eye lids closed, and his lips pressed softly to the inner part of my palm. The warmth of his lips jumbled my reasoning.
    “My mother always used to say that perfection is in the eye of the beholder,” I paused, softly and slowly moving the thumb across the softness of his jaw line, “from where I sit, you are pretty darn close, Dmitri.”  I sighed softly.
    “I think you are going to have to get used to being confused, Celia.” He whispered into my hand, his eyes opening and peering into mine. The hue once more playing tricks with my mind. Were they dark brown, or really a dark blue?
    “Why is that?” I asked, the words merely a whisper. My body too seemed to be inching closer to his.
    “Because as hard as I try, I’m having a hard time fighting this pull.” He replied just as his lips hovered over mine.
    I’d dreamt of a moment like this once. I was being lured into a kiss and my whole body had become powerless, and even if I would want to fight the attraction, I couldn’t, wouldn’t be able to.
    He the powerful giant and I the tiny little flower. Pulling me up from the