To celebrate the Month of Love, Aussie Owned & Read are giving our followers exclusive content! It may be a love letter between characters, a special date, or a scene you’ve never read before.
Today, K. A. Last is sharing an exclusive scene from Die For Me, the final book in the Tate Chronicles, due to be released in late 2016. This scene is from Grace’s point of view.
Seth squeezed my hips and ended our kiss. “When are you going to tell me what’s bothering you?”
I sat back and ran my fingers through my hair. “Nothing’s bothering me.”
He regarded me with dark eyes. “I know you, Grace. Don’t say it’s nothing.”
“Yeah. Well, I know you, too.” I flung one leg over him and jumped off the bed. “You’ve been hiding something from me since came back from Wide Island.”
The mention of our time in the city threw a heavy shroud of silence over us. Neither of us wanted to talk about what had happened, especially me.
Seth took a deep breath and ran a hand down his face, staring at me from where he lay on the bed. I crossed my arms and waited out the silence.
“I liked it better when you were over here,” he finally said.
I moved back to the bed and sat on the edge, hugging myself, careful not to put too much pressure on my right side.
“I miss him.” I stared at the scuffed toes of my boots.
“I hope you’re talking about Ryan.” Seth touched my back and trailed his fingers down my spine.
“Of course I’m talking about Ryan.”
After everything that had happened, Josh’s name was not a word I could freely say around Seth. He sat up and nestled in behind me, pressing his chest to my back and wrapping his strong arms around me.
“I wouldn’t be upset if you … wanted to talk about someone else.”
I snorted, turning my head to look at him. “Yeah, you would.”
“Grace …” Seth sighed and pressed his lips to my neck. “The past is in the past. And no matter what you do, I will always love you. Always.”
I rested my cheek against the side of his head and closed my eyes. “I know.” And I also knew what he wanted me to say back to him. I did love him. I’d shown him that many times. I’d fallen apart over him, and that was the main reason I hadn’t told him yet. I was scared if I did it would all disappear. That somehow he’d leave me again. The last time I’d told someone I loved them, I had to be the one to leave. The word love and I didn’t have a good history. I tried every day to show Seth as much as possible how strongly my heart beat for him, but I couldn’t say those three words. I was waiting for the right time.
Seth hitched my leg and spun me around to face him. And you don’t think now is the right time?
You snuck into my head! I thought.
He stared at me, his mouth set into a firm line. Not angry, but hardly smiling either. You haven’t let me do that in a long time.
I reached up and ran my thumb over his lips in an attempt to relax them. Maybe I do want you to hear me say it. “But in here,” I said aloud, placing my palm over his heart.
His lips parted and my gaze dropped from his eyes to his mouth. Heat rose into my chest, consuming me with a powerful desire laced with panic. What if something happened to me, and I never got to tell him how much I loved him? What if my inability to heal myself meant that losing him was also a possibility? The panic over the thought consumed me, and I grabbed Seth’s face with both hands, pulling his lips to mine, crushing them with desperation. I couldn’t get enough of him, and something inside me snapped. I tasted the salt of my tears as they ran over our lips and into our mouths.
Seth broke our connection, a question on the tip of his tongue.
“I love you,” I said, before he could form words. “I love you so much it hurts.”
He leant forward and rested his forehead on mine, stroking my cheek with the tips of his fingers. I clung to him like he was my life source, and without him I’d die.
“Why are you crying?” he whispered into my hair.
Because I’m scared, I thought. I’ve already lost you twice.
I promise you won’t lose me again.
K. A. Last has finally finished her YA series and can’t wait to get it into the hands of her readers. She is the author of Sacrifice, Fall For Me, Fight For Me, and Immagica. She drinks lots of tea, is obsessed with Buffy, and loves all things purple (it used to be pink). K. A. Last hangs out on Facebook or you can find her on twitter and Goodreads. She’s also been known to blog once in a while.