Fury of Fate: A Dragonfury Short Story by Coreene Callahan Page B
Authors: Coreene Callahan
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protocol. Hand hovering in mid-air, she debated a moment, then...
Ah, screw it. Forget right and wrong. He’d already broken the rules by staying. She rapped her knuckles against the wood.
No answer. She frowned. “Ivar?”
Nothing. Not a peep. No sound at all, making her aware of the absolute stillness in the house. The deafening quiet too. Which was well...a touch eerie. Peaking around the jamb, Sasha pushed on the panel with her fingertips. Hinges whispered as the door swung wide. Big tub with the shower curtain pulled back. Stand alone sink with an antique mirror mounted above it. Colorful stained glass window aglow in sunlight. No Ivar in sight. Turning on her heel, she crossed the hall and entered her bedroom.
Empty. Nobody there either.
Doing a one-eighty, Sasha returned to the living room. Feet pitter-pattering on the hardwood floor, she scanned the space again. Weird. Clothes scattered hither and yon, but otherwise everything was in its place. Well, other than the chair. Shoved to one side, it pointed toward the front door. Her gaze narrowed on the entryway. Rug askew, door unlocked, and slightly ajar. Alarm skittered down her spine. Jogging past the peninsula, Sasha reached the door, pushed it all the way closed, and flipped the deadbolt.
“Crap,” she whispered, realizing Ivar was gone.
Gone. Like a naked thief in the night.
Her brows collided. What the hell? He’d left without his clothes. Talk about strange and ...jeez. Who did that kind of thing anyway, just took off without a word or a stitch on? Incomprehension slammed through her. The impact stunned her for a moment before concern slithered deep, and her imagination went wild. Had something terrible happened to Ivar? Had she slept through it? Had someone broken into the house and...oh God. Her heart shuddered, kicking the inside of her chest as she stepped into the kitchen. Reaching out, she snatched her cell phone off the countertop. The quick movement sent Ivar’s sunglasses spinning into her purse. Ignoring both, she touched the screen and...
Froze, thumb poised above the keypad.
Calling the police probably wasn’t the best idea. Not until she possessed all the facts. Forcing herself to think, Sasha glanced around and frowned. Odd, but as she took in the scene instinct rose, telling her to put the phone down. No cops necessary. There wasn’t anything to report. Ivar was unhurt. How did she know? Sasha didn’t have a clue. But as her heartbeat stabilized, the buzz in her veins settled into certainty. Sure, she might not know where he’d gone—or why he’d abandoned his clothes—but she knew...just knew ...he was all right. Which meant...
The one n ight stand was officially over.
The realization tightened her throat. Sasha swallowed hard and buried her reactio n beneath a pile of pragmatism. Waking up alone was for the best. Yup. No doubt. The night was over. Completely done. Finish the chapter and close the book. She’d gotten what she wanted. Generous to a fault, Ivar had given her all she needed so...right. End of story. But even as Sasha set her phone back on the counter and told herself to let it go, an errant thought drifted through her mind, making her wonder if she would ever see him again.
A Note from the Author
Thank you for reading Fury of Fate. If you enjoyed this Dragonfury short story, I’d appreciate it if you’d help others find it so they can enjoy it too.
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Ah, screw it. Forget right and wrong. He’d already broken the rules by staying. She rapped her knuckles against the wood.
No answer. She frowned. “Ivar?”
Nothing. Not a peep. No sound at all, making her aware of the absolute stillness in the house. The deafening quiet too. Which was well...a touch eerie. Peaking around the jamb, Sasha pushed on the panel with her fingertips. Hinges whispered as the door swung wide. Big tub with the shower curtain pulled back. Stand alone sink with an antique mirror mounted above it. Colorful stained glass window aglow in sunlight. No Ivar in sight. Turning on her heel, she crossed the hall and entered her bedroom.
Empty. Nobody there either.
Doing a one-eighty, Sasha returned to the living room. Feet pitter-pattering on the hardwood floor, she scanned the space again. Weird. Clothes scattered hither and yon, but otherwise everything was in its place. Well, other than the chair. Shoved to one side, it pointed toward the front door. Her gaze narrowed on the entryway. Rug askew, door unlocked, and slightly ajar. Alarm skittered down her spine. Jogging past the peninsula, Sasha reached the door, pushed it all the way closed, and flipped the deadbolt.
“Crap,” she whispered, realizing Ivar was gone.
Gone. Like a naked thief in the night.
Her brows collided. What the hell? He’d left without his clothes. Talk about strange and ...jeez. Who did that kind of thing anyway, just took off without a word or a stitch on? Incomprehension slammed through her. The impact stunned her for a moment before concern slithered deep, and her imagination went wild. Had something terrible happened to Ivar? Had she slept through it? Had someone broken into the house and...oh God. Her heart shuddered, kicking the inside of her chest as she stepped into the kitchen. Reaching out, she snatched her cell phone off the countertop. The quick movement sent Ivar’s sunglasses spinning into her purse. Ignoring both, she touched the screen and...
Froze, thumb poised above the keypad.
Calling the police probably wasn’t the best idea. Not until she possessed all the facts. Forcing herself to think, Sasha glanced around and frowned. Odd, but as she took in the scene instinct rose, telling her to put the phone down. No cops necessary. There wasn’t anything to report. Ivar was unhurt. How did she know? Sasha didn’t have a clue. But as her heartbeat stabilized, the buzz in her veins settled into certainty. Sure, she might not know where he’d gone—or why he’d abandoned his clothes—but she knew...just knew ...he was all right. Which meant...
The one n ight stand was officially over.
The realization tightened her throat. Sasha swallowed hard and buried her reactio n beneath a pile of pragmatism. Waking up alone was for the best. Yup. No doubt. The night was over. Completely done. Finish the chapter and close the book. She’d gotten what she wanted. Generous to a fault, Ivar had given her all she needed so...right. End of story. But even as Sasha set her phone back on the counter and told herself to let it go, an errant thought drifted through her mind, making her wonder if she would ever see him again.
A Note from the Author
Thank you for reading Fury of Fate. If you enjoyed this Dragonfury short story, I’d appreciate it if you’d help others find it so they can enjoy it too.
• Recommend it: Please share Fury of Fate with friends, readers’ groups, and discussion boards.
• Review it: Let other readers know what you liked or didn’t like about Fury of Fate.
• Lend it: This e-book is lending-enabled, so feel free to share it with your friends.
If you’d like to sign up for Coreene’s newsletter to receive new release information, please visit: http://bit.ly/1fnnskF
You can follow Coreene Callahan on Facebook or on Twitter under @ coreenecallahan.
Book updates can be found at www.CoreeneCallahan.com
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