Chapter VI
ALL GOOD THINGS
SKY HAD ALMOST DRIFTED back to sleep when a loud bang startled him. Both he and Storm jumped up, looking at each other and then to the door. The man on the other side smashed his fist into the door again, calling Storm’s name.
“What the f**k is it?” Storm yelled as he slid out of bed and walked naked to the door. Sky’s breath caught at the sight of Storm’s beautiful form, all bulging muscles and warrior stance. He tilted his head, taking it all in. It was quite puzzling how Storm could be so strong and well-defined without looking too bulky. There was a certain grace about him, probably something from his royal-blooded mother, because the king certainly lacked it. Storm moved like a wild cat on the prowl. Beautiful to watch, yet deadly.
Storm yanked the door
