Authors: Sarah Brianne
|Chloe (Made Men Book 3)|
Yin and Yang
When I Leave
Young Ink Press Publication
Copyright © 2016 by Sarah Brianne
Edited by C&D Editing
Cover Art by Young Ink Press
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WARNING: THIS BOOK ENDS ON A CLIFFHANGER.
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hloe stared at the blank
, white wall in front of her bed, still clutching the jacket Amo had draped carefully across her shoulders earlier that night. Something about his jacket was keeping the demons at bay. Maybe it was the fact that it smelled like him, or maybe it was the warmth making her feel as if his arms were wrapped—
The sound of broken bones greeted her ears as a baseball bat slammed down on a limp body, the image flashing on the wall in front of her for a split second.
Coming back to reality, she almost forgot where her thoughts were heading. If she hadn’t inhaled Amo’s masculine scent coming from the expensive fabric, then that was where her mind would have gone. She started to think the jacket might have been soothing her, but she hadn’t experienced that feeling in a long time. The only reason she believed it was because her thoughts should be consumed right now by her horrors, making her watch the replay of tonight’s—
Another flash of the bat making contact with the man’s leg, the man who lay practically lifeless on the floor, before the wall turned blank again.
She ran her thumb over the fabric, not understanding why her body wouldn’t stay motionless like the million times it had before when her nightmares had played in front of her eyes.
Gliding her thumb over the soft fabric again, she came to the conclusion that it felt as expensive as it—
An evil pair of blue-green eyes stared back at her from the white wall, making her blood run cold. She watched him grip the neck of the bat with a force so intense she was positive it was going to shatter before the bat was brought down for its final time.
Amo’s jacket was no longer going to bring her out of her nightmarish dream.
The demon had come to get her.