Status Updates From Visions (Fated Sight, #1)

This took me longer than, I’d like to admit, to finish. I do plan on reading book 2 but for now imma hold off while waiting for ironside. I liked this book 4 stars because it drags when the POV’s switch.

“My darling brother, did you throw my dearest Vanessa into a tornado?” Artemis doesn’t just speak the question with absolute calm, but she purrs the words with a promise that exudes death as she stalks Apollo.
Artemis terrifies me. She’s like that one chick we all know and warn our best friends away from, but they go for it anyway because there is something attractive about crazy.

My smile turns wide and disbelieving, and I scramble naked off the bed, looking through my clothing for my phone.
“Not that I’m complaining about the view, but what are you doing?” I look over at him to note the sheet slowly lifting with his arousal.
Pointing a finger at him, I say, “No. Down, boy. I have a surprise.”

I shake my head as I glare at the door. Last thing I want is for my moms to think I’m as insane as my biological mother.
“Fine. I heard what they said.”
“Get out of my head,” I hiss at him. I rummage through the bag and grab panties from home and a black bra. Mama must have packed my bag, because she threw in my favorite black romper.

And more, so much more. I can feel him deep inside me. Just a teasing dose of his essence now lives inside my soul, but I can sense the power of that singular taste and what I can do with it.
Find him. Call him to me.
Maybe it’s best if I just focus on Greyson and the way his pants hug the tight curves of his butt.

Daisy saunters out of the diner, wearing ripped short shorts and a crop top that has seen better days. Her eyes are tired yet alert, just as they always are. Greyson idles at the curb, and the window squeals as he lowers it.
“Milkshake.” She passes the white foam cup through the window, and I salivate. “Strawberry.”
“You know me so well.” I suck on the deliciously flavored beverage and moan in pleasure.

“No, you are a reptile.”
“Take it back.” My eyes click, and he turns opaque. “Dammit!” I yell, the film blinking back to normal a moment before the curtain flips open and Greyson walks in with another man. I barely look at him, though, because he has my little monster.
“I brought you a present,” he teases as he sits on the edge of my bed, holding Elliot in his arms.

So close. Closer than I’ve gotten in decades to the one being that can restore everything to the way it once was.
I saw the shadow of her form, the outline she cast in the sand. I passed her car where her scent lingered in the air like a tantalizing perfume. My body aches from just that teasing promise of her.

“What do you know about him?” Greyson runs down the winding tunnel where torches flicker to life as we pass before dying slowly behind us.
“Archery.” I grunt, touching the side of my face where blood dries. My feet skid to a stop. “Greyson, if he is anything like Artemis, his arrow wouldn’t miss. He really wasn’t trying to kill me.” Which means Pim told the truth.

2 gods?
Hades and Apollo?

“I don’t believe in coincidences, Angel.” He licks his lips, and I can see the desire to kiss me in his gaze. “Where did you go today, Nes? Please.”
“It means that much to you?”
“Something far bigger than your secrets is happening right now, Angel.” He leans down, resting his forehead against mine as he inhales slowly. He can breathe me in like this only when he touches me.

“What is it with men today?” Exasperated, I begin walking on the path once more.
Pim’s hand grabs my arm, stopping me as he whirls me around and slams me into the side of the mountain. My pack digs into my back, but I don’t care. He towers over me with a look of madness in his eyes and a flicker of wildness that calls to something inside me.

I’m still not quite right, despite breathing through the madness. Eyes closed, I tap into the place where my visions live, and I poke it. They flare with a gentle flicker before igniting into an inferno, startling me. It dies back down just as swiftly. Knowing there is something more inside me, I search with my awareness, testing for that something that made me shake in fear last night.

I tilt my head to the side.
Screw it, I’m going to do it.
I slap my palm against his flaccid dick, which is hidden behind his jeans, and grip him tight. A normal man would fall to the ground crying because his dick got slapped. Not Mark, because Mark isn’t human, he’s a shifter. Shifters are unique, rare to this world.

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