Godforsaken: Book 1 (Shade of Light) Read Online Free

moving faster.
She wore blue jeans and a white shirt, her blonde hair dancing on
her shoulders as she rushed to the car at almost a run.
    “Get in, we’re running late,” Nancy
complained and turned to face Mike. “Okay, now where are you going
to take us?”
    “Patience, baby, patience,” Mike smiled
quizzically. He peered back over his shoulder as Lily closed the
car door. “Hey, baby, are we going to have some three-way fun
tonight?”
    “Shut up, Mike,” Lily shook her head,
grinning despite herself. She knew Mike well enough to not get too
mad at his jokes.
    “Okay, okay...but you’ll regret it one day,
mark my words,” he laughed. He turned the key and the engine roared
to life.
    “Where is your friend?” Nancy asked as the
car set off.
    “He’s waiting for us at the club,” Mike
glanced at Lily in the rear-view mirror. “He was in seventh heaven
when I told him you were coming, Lily.”
    “Oh, please, Mike,” Lily responded sharply.
“He hasn’t got any chance with me, even if he was the last man on
the whole planet.”
    “So cruel,” Nancy laughed scornfully.
    “Yeah,” Mike agreed with a confused grin.
“But he's not a bad guy, Lily.”
    “Maybe he isn't, but just drop it,” Lily
replied shortly and glanced out the window, ending the
conversation.
    Mike didn’t speak about Alen for the rest of
the way. He and Nancy were chatting, then Nancy began to talk about
a bicycle accident from her childhood with a wealth of detail. Lily
wasn’t listening at all. She had sunk into her dreams again, the
dreams which had been dogging her since the morning. She recalled
the handsome guy in white, wondering whether she would see him at
the club tonight somehow. Maybe the dream was a sign that she was
going to meet him at last.
     
    * * *
     
    Mike was right. Alen was waiting for them at
the club, but Lily’s hopes were crushed – there wasn’t any guy
there that looked like the one she had seen in her dream. She
sighed in disappointment, taking a seat at the table with the
others. The music was loud, thumping in her ears, and she couldn’t
understand what her friends were talking about. Instead, she just
peered to and fro at the people on the dance floor.
    “Lily, don’t you want a drink?” She turned
and there was Alen before her, his face so close that his breath
flooded her nose. She jerked backward in her chair without turning
her eyes off him. Alen was smiling at her gently, and that smile
was what Lily hated the most about him.
    “Take your glass, Lily,” Nancy cried out to
her. “It’s my birthday, you have to drink for me. Just for
tonight.”
    Lily glanced over at Nancy in bewilderment.
She wasn't at all interested in drinking, but she couldn’t refuse
her friend, and therefore she reluctantly picked up her glass. Her
eyes flew from Nancy to Alen in disgust. Alen was still smiling at
her. Idiot, she thought and gulped down the drink. It was
strong. Lily swallowed it with difficulty. She felt as though she
was going to vomit. She put her hand to her mouth, forcing the
drink down into her stomach, and her face contorted in a pucker of
disgust.
    When Lily recovered she raised her glacial
blue eyes to Nancy being wrapped in Mike’s muscular arms, they were
laughing.
    “Hey, don’t laugh at me,” Lily grinned
involuntarily and coughed. “I’m not used to drinking alcohol.”
    “Yeah, I see. You're very sweaty,” Mike
giggled, taking the bottle of whiskey.
    “I think one glass is enough for me.” She
tried to stop Mike as he was about to pour her another drink.
    “Are you serious?” Mike said quizzically,
holding the bottle by Lily’s glass.
    “Maybe she’s right,” Alen chipped in. “She
says she isn’t used to alcohol. Don’t get her plastered. If she's
not up for it–”
    “I can drink, it’s not about that,”
Lily protested waspishly. She was twisted by a sudden surge of
anger at the thought that Alen supposed her a coward. She looked at
him sharply, then