Divided Souls (Captured Miracle #3) by Alannah Carbonneau Read Free Book Online

take for granted any time soon. “This feels amazing.”
    He smiled. “Go shower and clean yourself back to normal. We’ll be landing in an hour in Sitka.”
    “Sitka?” I raised a brow. “Do you mean Alaska?”
    Neil nodded. “Yes, I mean Alaska.”
    “Wow.” I couldn’t help the slow smile that formed on my lips. “I’ve always wanted to see Alaska.”
    Neil smiled. “Shower.” He pointed to the small hall. “Now.”
    “Okay, okay,” I waved him off. “I’m going.”
    ***
    By the time I’d finished showering and dressing myself in the clothing I’d found sitting on the vanity of the plane - thankfully a pair of spandex pants and a loose beige sweater - we were nearing the landing. I knew, because as soon as I met Neil in the cabin, he pointed to my chair.
    “Sit and buckle up.” He grinned. “We’ll be landing soon.”
    I hurried to do as he commanded, as though completing his request would get me to Calix that much quicker. I knew it wouldn’t. Buckling myself in the seat sooner wouldn’t make the pilot fly the plane any faster, but it didn’t stop my hopeful mind from its fantasy.
    Inside my chest, my heart was a thundering mess of nervous, excited, anticipation-filled beats. I would soon see Calix. I would soon be in the arms of my husband, my lover, and my captor. Yes, Calix was still my captor. He’d been the man who’d taken my body against my will - the man who’d forced my mind into acceptance and my heart into obedience. He was the captor of my soul - because without him - I felt divided. Over the course of my time without Calix, I had come to the realization, however devastating, that in order for my soul to thrive in this world, it needed to stand connected to his. He was the drug that would destroy me - but he was also the medication that healed my every wound. Calix was the monster who owned me and the man who loved me all at once. And if I were being honest, I wouldn’t change it if I could.
    My belly fluttered and I closed my eyes and leaned my head back against the seat as the plane began its descent. I felt good, clean, and happy. Without all the junk that was the wig and makeup, I felt like me again. And now that I was nearing my reunion with Calix, the me that I had come to know was so blissfully happy.
    I felt as though I were finally coming home .
    ***
    As soon as the door opened and the stairs had been assembled, my legs took me down them as though they had a mind of their own. The black asphalt of the mini airport pad was shimmering from the drizzle falling from the heavy clouds above, and when I breathed, a puff of white appeared in the air as my warm breath met with the chilled air.
    My eyes wasted no time in locating Calix. With only one quick sweep over the lot, I noticed a black SUV - a Range Rover - and beside the drivers door was Calix. He was leaning against the SUV, looking decadent as ever. His blue eyes were frozen on me and his face was set in a mask of sternness that I refused to pay mind to. His wore dark jeans, and his legs were crossed at the ankles. A black jacket had been buttoned right up to his chin and his arms were crossed over his broad chest.
    I didn’t think, as I ran across the distance between us. Taking him in, his tousled ebony hair, his firm angular jaw, and his deep blue eyes - so deep and blue they reminded me of the ocean - a blue I could drown in.
    Seconds before my body collided with his, he unfolded his arms from his chest and opened them wide, ever ready to catch me. So many things happened inside of me as my body met with his, and our divided souls connected. The dam that had been holding back my tears broke away and the floodgates released an emotion so potent, the sob that escaped my lips was a sound that made my skin pebble with goosebumps. His arms closed around me, holding me tight, cradling me.
    I’d only known Calix for a matter of months - and at first I had struggled with the blissful feeling of his arms holding me tight,