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

but not anymore. I never wanted Calix to release me again - for as long as I lived.
    Tilting my face toward the warm flesh of his neck, I breathed in his scent. It was crisp and warm and all Calix McKnight. Everything about the man, from his scent, to the cool heat in his eyes, to the blistering damnation that was his love, held me captive. And, I was hopeless, because I couldn’t imagine another way of living my life.
    “Calix,” I breathed his name, my body quaking against his as my emotions forced my body and mind to acknowledge their presence. For almost two months, I had been banishing my emotions to the back of my mind, ignoring them. But now that I was here with Calix, I let myself fall apart, because I knew he was the only man capable of putting all the pieces of me back together.
    “Love,” his voice was strangled, and I felt his hand slipping beneath my hair to cup the nape of my neck. Gently, but firmly - in a style that was entirely Calix - he tilted my head back, forcing me to show him my face. His eyes moved over my face, and I knew the darkness in his expression was one to worry about, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t worry about anything but remaining here with him - my husband.
    He sighed and the puff of white twirled in the air around his lips. “We need to get you into the car, love. The air is cold and you’re not dressed appropriately.”
    Calix’s eyes peered over my head and I knew he was glaring intimidatingly at Neil. Thankfully, he didn’t glare long. His hand moved to grip my wrist, before he guided me to the other side of the Range Rover. I stood beside him, feeling lost and confused, as Calix opened the door. I didn’t fight him as he placed me into the passenger seat, buckling me in. My heart was squeezing in my chest as I tried to understand the coolness of the man who had never been anything but burning hot toward me. I couldn’t take my eyes from his handsome face as he pulled back to close the door. He paused, as though on an afterthought, and leaned into me once again. His hand cupped the side of my face and he pressed his lips against my forehead.
    Sucking in a trembling breath, I bit my tongue to keep the words I wanted to scream from sounding. Is this the way a husband greets his wife after months of separation - by a kiss on the forehead?
    As Calix pulled back, I closed my eyes to keep my tears from falling. My efforts were wasted, because one tear squeezed determinedly through my lids to roll down my face. A sharp breath caught in Calix’s voice, and I felt his thumb chase away my tear, before he pulled away and closed the door of the Range Rover.

Chapter 7
    I’d never been in a car with Calix, that he was driving. Sitting in the passenger seat with my husband at the wheel felt weird. I couldn’t help but wish we were in the back, with a driver, the way we had always ridden together in the past. I couldn’t help but think that if we were in the back, and someone else was driving us, maybe Calix would be touching me. Why wasn’t he touching me? Why did I sense that the man I had worked so hard to reunite myself with didn’t want me?
    I opened my mouth for the billionth time, but just like all the other times, I couldn’t seem to find my words. My breaths were coming in short as the Range Rover rolled to a stop at a dock and Calix killed the engine. I was startled to find another black SUV rolling to a stop beside ours and I squinted my eyes trying to see into the other vehicles window. I couldn’t make out the faces of the forms, but I didn’t have to wonder long who the figures belonged to. The doors opened and Neil and another man stepped out from the vehicle. Beside me, Calix opened his door and stepped out onto the dock. Hurriedly, I followed suit.
    There was no discussion as the four of us boarded a boat. Calix pushed me beneath the awning to keep me shielded from the rain before dressing me in a life jacket. Then, he started the boat and took off onto the wavy