Tegan's Power (The Ultimate Power Series #4) by L.H. Cosway Read Free Book Online Page B

thinking of how
I’m saddling myself with yet another damsel in distress. I’m sure a psychologist
could have a field day with me. Always trying to save females because I
couldn’t save Mum and Sis, the only two who really mattered.
    When I get back to the
hotel, I drop off the bag of clothes I got for Ira. When I reach my room I find
Allora sitting by the dresser, attempting to blow dry her long hair with one of
those tiny hotel hair dryers. I drop the shopping bags down on the bed.
    “I bought you some
clothes,” I say. “I went as generic as possible because I don’t know your
sizes.”
    Her eyes drift back and
forth as through trying to spot me. She must have pinpointed my form because
her gaze stops where I stand by the wall.
    “You didn’t have to do
that,” she whispers, her voice aeons away from the sass she gave me earlier.
    “I wanted to. Besides,
it looks like I still have some proving to do to show you I’m trustworthy.”
    Turning off the dryer,
she sets it down on the dresser and then makes her way over to the bed. She
latches onto the bags and slips a hand inside one of them.
    “You’ll have to tell me
what’s what,” she says quietly.
    “Oh, right, yeah,” I
reply slapping my head dumbly. Taking the bag from her I pull out a pale yellow
T-shirt, navy leggings and a black cardigan. Next I grab a pair of knickers and
some socks.
    “So, these are leggings
and this is a T-shirt,” I tell her placing one in each hand and feeling like an
idiot. I have no idea how to treat an almost blind person. “And, uh, here’s
some clean underwear,” I go on throatily. “You can go change in the bathroom
and then I’ll help you with the rest.”
    “Thanks,” she answers
and if I’m not mistaken she seems touched by how I’m assisting her. She walks
into the bathroom but leaves the door open.
    “At Michael Ridley’s,”
she says talking to me from the other room, “I always had maids to dress and
wash me, so I never learned how to deal with my blindness. Most people would
have little tricks to get by, but I haven’t had the chance to learn any. I feel
so clueless.”
    That makes two of us.
    “You’ll learn, Goldy. I
can help,” I assure her.
    A minute later she comes
back out and I try not to focus on how the tight leggings cling to the curve of
her hips and hug her perfectly round arse. The T-shirt is a good deal tight as
well. I must have gotten a size too small.
    I walk to her, take her
hand and lead her over to the bed, sitting her down. “Here are your socks, do
you need help with them?”
    She shakes her head.
“No, I have to get used to doing this by myself.”
    Fumblingly, she puts on
the socks and then the plimsolls and I help her into the cardigan once she’s
done. “Now, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” I ask her with a smile.
    Unexpectedly, she
reaches up, puts her hand on the line of my jaw and places a kiss to my cheek.
My heart skips a beat. She smells like soap and her lips are so fucking soft.
    “Thank you, Finn. You’ve
been incredibly sweet to me,” she says with gratitude, pulling away just as I’m
instinctively turning my lips to hers. I shake myself out of the urge to plunge
my tongue inside her pretty little mouth. The air is thick between us.
    “Any time, babe. Come on,
let’s go get breakfast.”
    On the way to the diner
I inform the receptionist on duty, now a young red haired woman, that we’ll be
staying another night. I use my DOH credit card, knowing that it has a decently
high limit and since Pamphrock is gone nobody’s going to care that I’m spending
the money anyway. The cards are provided to higher ranking members to be used
in emergencies. I’m thinking that since the city is trapped in a purple cage of
magic and is now under the rule of an all-powerful vampire, that times are
definitely in the emergency realm.
    The others reach the
diner at the same time as us and we go inside. I notice that Delilah’s looking
a little worse for wear; she’s