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A Touch Dazzled
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Wes suggests moving everyone into the hotel. The book ends with the curse knocking out a lamp,
suggesting it will be blocking out all the light on the island next.
Content Warnings
Violence
Body horror
Near death by wasp stings
Nonconsensual filming during sex, told in flashbacks, not shown
Content Warnings
Violence
Body horror
Near death by wasp stings
Nonconsensual filming during sex, told in flashbacks, not shown
Dedication
For all the grumps who would crawl for their sunshines
Dedication
For all the grumps who would crawl for their sunshines
Contents
1. Brooke
2. Cole
3. Brooke
4. Cole
5. Brooke
6. Brooke
7. Cole
8. Brooke
9. Cole
10. Brooke
11. Brooke
12. Cole
13. Brooke
14. Cole
15. Brooke
16. Cole
17. Brooke
18. Cole
19. Brooke
20. Cole
Epilogue
Afterword
Character Key
Also by Sonia
About the Author
19. Brooke
20. Cole
Epilogue
Afterword
Character Key
Also by Sonia
About the Author
Chapter 1
Chapter 1
Brooke
needed sunshine like I needed air. It had only been two days, but I already felt like I was
I suffocating. The walls of my hotel room pressed in on me, so different from my light and airy
cottage with tons of acreage, bright flowers spilling out of every available pot, and the heady scent of
earth and rainwater.
The Zodiac Hotel was fine for tourists. Fine for a night or two.
Not fine for someone who spent most of their time outdoors.
I tried making my room feel a little more like home by tacking colorful scarves and long silver
necklaces to the walls, but nothing could remove that feeling of temporary from the space. As if it
wasn’t meant to be occupied for longer than a week at most. And as someone who had spent the
majority of my life desperate to find and set down roots, it was the temporary that pressed in on me
more than anything else.
I needed to get outside. To breathe in the ocean air. To remember what we were fighting for.
Or what everyone else was fighting for, since I was paired with the most stubborn ass on the
island, who hadn’t done a damned thing to stop this curse.
We’d been stuck at this hotel for two days—a safety measure Wes had insisted on that I didn’t
entirely disagree with—and I’d seen Cole once. He made it a point to get down to the dining room
before everyone else and take his lunch and dinner to his room.
The one time we ran into each other in the hall, he took great pains to walk around me without
letting a stitch of our clothing touch, lest his dick get hard for an actual woman instead of spreadsheets
and bank statements.
At least he knew what his powers were. He never even gave me the chance to figure out mine.
Because he was a Capital A Asshole.
I paced in my room, becoming more and more restless with each passing minute. Wes didn’t want
any of us to go outside without a partner. Well, too damn bad. I’d had about enough of doing
everything on the Lathams’ schedule.
With my decision made, I tiptoed down the hall, feeling like a teenager sneaking out of my mom’s
apartment, and not a grown adult who could go wherever she wanted, whenever she wanted.
The hinges on the French doors leading out to the beach creaked as I pushed them open. I cringed at
the sound as it ping-ponged against the silent walls. It was just after two in the morning, but time was
meaningless now. Without the sun, everything had become one long, endless night. I couldn’t stand it.
A thick, dark fog surrounded the hotel and covered most of the streets. Ever since we’d lost the sun,
people from all over the island had moved in closer to town. Families crowded together in rental
ascottages or moved into the hotel. A small group still loyal to the mayor camped out on his estate, but
ryhis numbers had dwindled significantly since the last incident at Constellations. There was only so
ofmuch ignoring of the truth people could do when the curse was infecting their loved ones and we
were the only ones capable of stopping it.
I used the term “we” loosely, since I hadn’t done much beyond mope about what I wasn’t doing. I
was a Cancer. Discovery, growth, helping people, and being a part of something larger than myself
erwere all in my nature. I couldn’t keep denying this part of myself.
it My magic was restless.
he I couldn’t feel it, not without touching Cole, but my intuition told me that something huge, something
meexplosive, was building within me, and if I didn’t let it out soon, it would begin to devour me from
the inside out.
I shuddered and rubbed my arms against the chilly, sunless air that drifted in from the quiet beach.
heClosing my eyes, I took a deep breath and let the damp, earthy scent of night fill my lungs. I missed my
home, my plants, and my bees. But when I stood out here and let the gentle lapping of the water
n’tagainst the shore soothe me, I felt a little less alone.
m A little more connected to the island where I planted my roots six years ago.
Ditching my sandals on the wide, white oak veranda, I let my toes sink into the sand, the cool
utgrains grounding me in a way the thin carpet in my room never could. A dark, swirling mist hovered
etsaround my ankles and I kicked it away. Not today, Satan.
I rarely got to be outside by myself anymore. If the curse wanted to take a swing at me, it would
ne.have to try again some other time. This moment belonged to me.
nt The mist continued to circle as I walked toward the water, hovering near the ground and leaving the
ngsky wide open. Inky tendrils of the blackest smoke curled toward me, but backed away just shy of
touching. It was testing me. Seeing if I would give in to the fear it fed on. But the scent of salt and
m’sbrine, the light breeze that tickled my honey-colored curls, and the endless number of stars had a
stronger hold on me. Fear had no room to compete.
at I raised my hands over my head, laughing as I twirled in a circle, taking joy in the simple beauty of
asnature and all she provided.
The moon was full and bright, bathing the beach in a silvery glow. Not as nourishing to my soul as
un,the sun, but light was light. I’d take what I could get right now.
al A soft melody stirred in the air. “Help him.”
ut The voice was faint, like a breathless whisper. Moonlight rippled along the sand, sending the inky
sotendrils scattering. Whatever that voice was, the curse didn’t like it.
we Which meant I immediately trusted it.
“Help who?” I didn’t dare raise my voice, in case I scared away the melody that offered me a
. Isense of comfort I hadn’t felt since I’d last slept in my own bed.
elf “Help him.” The voice was fainter this time, as if it was fading, taking the hauntingly beautiful
melody with it. Panic set in as I scrambled to figure out what she wanted me to do.
“Please.” I spun around, looking for any signs of life, but I was completely alone. “I don’t know
ngwho you mean. Who am I supposed to help?”
m The moonlight rippled again, sending a thick wall of the curse’s smoke scattering. Near the water, a
lone figure stood with his head tipped back and his hands in his pockets. His broad shoulders
h.stretched the material of his dress shirt nearly to the breaking point.
my I only knew of one guy pompous enough to wear business attire to the beach.
er I rolled my eyes and prepared to turn around. I’d rather help one of the eels that used to populate
the waters than lift a finger for Cole Latham.
The gorgeous melody came to a screeching halt, like the sharp end of a violin bow being dragged
olacross out-of-tune strings. A bright burst of white light blinded me as the once-soft voice now
edscreamed in my ears. “Help him.”
“Okay, okay. Geez.” I rubbed my eyes and blinked away the stars that dotted my vision. “I doubt
ldhe’ll want anything from me, so don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
The voice, the melody, the bright light all disappeared. Even the lingering wisps from the curse’s
smoke went underground. Leaving just me and Cole on the beach. Alone.
he I gulped and slowly approached him, dragging the pads of my feet along the rough sand, which
ofmade my toes tingle. The moonlight provided enough light to give me a clear view of his profile.
ndStrong jaw, clean-shaven, piercing chocolate brown eyes, and a straight nose. The kind of face fit for
adark gray, broody cologne ads in glossy magazines.
The tallest of the Latham brothers, he came in at just over six four, with hard biceps straining
ofagainst the light blue material of his shirt. His rolled-up sleeves gave me an eyeful of forearm porn.
And he had a tight, round ass perfectly outlined in charcoal gray suit pants. Cole Latham was a
asgoddamned work of art.
It was a real shame about his personality.
This must’ve been how Hansel and Gretel felt when they found a house made of candy, only to
kydiscover a cannibalistic witch inside.
“You stalking me, sunshine?” The deep rumble of his voice made me jump. Like a large freight
train coming down the tracks, I should’ve felt the vibration under my feet before he opened his mouth.
a“I can hear you jangling from a hundred yards away. Not exactly stealth.”
I crossed my arms and huffed out a reluctant laugh when my sliver bracelets clinked together. The
ultiny charms on my anklet tinkled with every step forward I took. Maybe he had a point, even if he had
a gruff way of expressing it.
w “Sunshine?” I stepped up beside him and mimicked his pose with my legs spread, hands on my
hips, and a stern expression on my face that felt more like cosplay than anything else. “Are we on
anickname terms now, Latham?”
rs This was the closest I’d stood to him without him running away since the night he agreed to touch
me for the first time at the town hall meeting. Under the sea-scented air, I caught a light whiff of cedar
and leather. It reminded me of bare-knuckle fighting and drinking expensive whiskey in wood-paneled
terooms. Man-cave type stuff that I usually found boorish, but that suited Cole.
The top of his full lip curled as he stared down at me. “Don’t take it as a compliment. It’s what I
edcall all the women whose names I can’t bother to remember.”
w Ooh. Score one for this dickface.
While any other night this would’ve been the point where I’d called it quits, it was long past time
btfor me to push back. If he intended to drive me away so he could keep being his cranky loner self, he
had another thing coming. I was done operating on his terms.
’s I faced him and tipped my chin up, unintimidated by his stony gaze. “I don’t think that’s true at all.
Not only do I think you know my name, I think you say it. Often. Especially when you’re alone at
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