The Nightlife: Paris (The Nightlife Series) by Travis Luedke Read Free Book Online

call?   Nothing
else made sense.
    The ramifications crashed down around him.  Like a surfer
caught in the undertow, his world turned upside down and inside out, all sense
of direction lost.  He stood in this mansion fit for royalty with a glamorous,
millionaire.
    I don’t know this woman at all .
    “ Merde! ” 
She grabbed his face and pulled him down to look her in the eyes, sending a
strong surge of assurance through their psychic bond.  “ Non Aaron!  Non!   You must trust me as
you did before.  Please let me explain!”
    She stepped up close, intimate, willing him to be calm
through her touch.
    “ Je t’aime Aaron.  Mon amour pour toi est éternel. ”   She held him to her face, nose to nose, using her gaze to
break through. “ Toi et moi – ça
ne changera pas .”  Things will never change between you and me.
    He pulled away from her seductive touch.  He didn’t want her
overpowering influence to affect his judgment.  He no longer trusted her. 
Lies.  All of it.  His life with her was nothing but lies.
    “I wish you never saw this.  This place is not who I am.  Is
like a graveyard to me.  I can never live here.  Is nothing more than
property.”
    He snarled, lips peeled back to expose razor sharp fangs.  “Stop
with the excuses.  Tell me the truth for once.  What the hell is going on
here?  Who the hell are you?  Why did you trap me into your life?”
    Her eyes slid away from his vicious stare.  She grabbed his
hand and led him out and down the hallway to an expansive master bedroom.  He
studied the ten-foot high windows elaborately curtained in heavy linen drapes,
and the monster four-poster cherry wood bed that would have dominated a normal
sized room.  Shit.  Kyle’s entire New York apartment would fit in here, and
Kyle and I thought we were living grand.
    He felt a momentary pang for his best friend.  His former
life, pre-Michelle, had been so much simpler.  Fresh resentment flared into
flames of anger.
    She led him to a plush, red velvet sofa, and drew him down
beside her.  She wouldn’t let go of his hand.  Fear, desolation, grief, and
raging anger overflowed her tight mental control.  He recoiled.  Bam!  Her
mental shielding slammed back in place.  Too late, his mind reeled from the almost
physical assault of her tumultuous emotions.
    “I don’t know where to begin.”  Her whole body hunched in
anxiety.
    “I want it all.  The whole story, no more secrets.  You owe
me the truth.  At the very least you can give me the truth.”
    She glanced at him sharply.  Her mental vault was closed,
but her eyes showed a window to her fear.  A ball of guilt resided at the core
of her emotional mess.  She dreaded his condemnation.
    “I need to know, Michelle.”
    She sighed in resignation.  “ Oui .  It is time.”
     
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    Chapter 6
     
     
    “I was born Michelle de Mornac in the Château La Fontaine on
January 21st 1915.”
    As she spoke, a pathway opened to her mind.  She clasped his
hands tightly and held his gaze with her entrancing, emerald stare as she
revealed the secret depths of her soul.  He caught cloudy images of the Château
in her mind’s eye.  A great, beautiful manor house surrounded by a picturesque
pastoral scene, in the wine country near Bordeaux.  Magnificent elm trees
created a domed canopy over the dirt road leading up to the Château.  Walking
with her down the lane to the Château, the experience felt so real, as if he
could reach out and touch the leafy branches.
    Time whisked forward, to Michelle as a young girl in the
rolling fields of grapevines.  His hands became her hands as she plucked the juicy
orbs of fruit.  His hair became her hair as the breeze trailed a strand across
her face that she tucked back behind her ear.  He/she smelled the scents of the
field and savored the memory.
    “I loved this place.  My life began here, but Paris will
always be my true home.”
    He/she merged, becoming one and the