Chapter 42. Safe Place

Carl Justin’s lips were as soft as cotton candy.

He gives Azeeva a touch that stirs the soul. A breath that hunted with the night that would sooner or later leave. Azeeva jerked her eyes to the light on the eastern horizon, dotted with Carl Justin’s tanned skin.

“I must be crazy,” Zee chuckled. She glanced at Justin, who was fast asleep. Justin’s chin rested comfortably on his head’s shoulder, so the girl couldn’t move much.

“What did I do to him? My alcohol tolerance level is shit,” sighed Zee.

“Thank you,” Justin said unexpectedly.

Azeeva gasped but was too dizzy to move.

“And, sorry… for tearing your clothes,” Justin said.

Azeeva let out a resigned sigh. What could she do? Perhaps the magic was on Carl Justin’s side. Azeeva’s cheeks suddenly reddened, remembering what they had been through all night. At least the feeling of excitement was bubbling up instead.

“Justin, do you realize you can fly now?” Zee looked up at the blue sky, f