Dark Longing

Selena Abbott discovers that she isn't what she thought she was and neither was her mother.
Plunged into a dark world will Selena be able to resist the darkness or will she give in to the dark longing?


32. Chapter Thirty Two: A Distracted Lunch

DESPITE THE FACT that Hayden’s muscular arms were wrapped around me I couldn’t sleep. I had too many thoughts whizzing around my head. Thoughts of Ash, my mum’s murder and Idir, Abena and me being the perfect snack . . . What was going to happen next? Abena knew what I was. Would she tell everyone?

Then there was Hayden. I grazed the contours of his arms with my fingertips. I’d lost Ash but gained him. Were we together together? Could we be? After all, he was a soul eater and I was a hybrid. We aged differently. Would it be possible for us to have a future together? Did I want to have a future with Hayden? I shook my head and told myself to stop. It was too early to be thinking about that. Way too early. I did care about him a lot though. The first time we had met I would never have thought that nearly a month later we would be dating. We were dating right? Because we’d been out on a date.

Sighing, I touched Hayden’s jaw. His skin was soft and smooth. He was handsome, very handsome.

“Don’t you know that it’s rude to stare?” he asked voice gravelly from lack of use.

My lips curved into a smile. “How long have you been awake?”

“It’s impossible for me to sleep with you touching me like that.” Hayden opened his eyes. It took a moment for them to focus on me. “What’s wrong? Can’t you sleep?”

“No.” I ran a hand through his hair, messing it up.

“Was it because of the nightmare?” he asked concerned. My skin tingled pleasantly as Hayden toyed with the strap of my pyjama top.

“That and other things.”

“Want to talk about it?”

I chewed my bottom lip before eventually saying, “It was more of a memory than a nightmare. When I was seven my mum was murdered and . . . I was there. Up until last night the memory always stopped when the man turned around but this time I saw his eyes. They were purple.”

“Oh, Selena,” Hayden whispered, drawing me closer. “I’m so sorry.”

My head resting on his chest, I asked, “Her name was Annabelle Abbott. Did you know her? Though I guess Annabelle wasn’t her real name.”

“No I didn’t know her.” Hayden held me tighter.

When he didn’t speak again I felt bad for putting a downer on things. In an attempt to lighten the mood, I looked up at him and said, “So this is the third time we’ve slept together and we’ve only been on one date. Who knew I was such a slut.”

Hayden smiled but it didn’t reach his eyes which were sad. “Had I known I wouldn’t have tried so hard to make you like me.” For a second I thought he was going to kiss me but instead he said, “You should try and get some sleep.” Hayden’s thumb traced the bags underneath my eyes.

“Why do I need some beauty sleep?”

Kissing my head, he replied, “No, you always look beautiful.”

“With that charm how can I not like you?” I laughed quietly.

Hayden’s smile was tight and I wanted to ask what was wrong but he closed his eyes ending the conversation.



Light was streaming through the curtains when I next opened my eyes. I stretched out my legs and arms.

“Stay still,” someone grumbled.

Hayden’s face was in the crook of my neck, his breath on my skin.

“Sorry.” I chuckled. “Did I wake you up?”


“You’re not much of a morning person, are you?” I asked with a smile.

Propping himself up on his elbows, Hayden replied, “Depends who I wake up with.”

I blushed.

“Good morning, Selena.” He lowered his mouth to mine and kissed me gently.

“Good morning to you too.”

Pressing his lips to my collarbone, Hayden said, “Please tell me that you’re free today.”

“I’m having lunch with my grandparents.”

“Are you sure?” He planted kisses along my neck before nibbling my earlobe.

“Yes but we can meet afterwards.”

His nose in my hair, Hayden murmured, “I suppose that will have to do.”

Running my fingers through his soft, blond hair, I asked, “What do you want to do?”

“There are many things that I want to do,” Hayden said, pressing his mouth to the corner of mine. “But today we’re going to the hospital.”

“The hospital,” I repeated confused. “Why?”

“You’ll have to wait and see.”



It was hard to concentrate while eating lunch with my grandparents and they noticed my distracted state.

“Is everything alright, Selena?” Granddad asked kindly as I picked at my food.

“Hmm?” Glancing up from my plate I found that both of my grandparents were watching me. Well I presumed that Grandma was watching me from behind her veil seeing as she was facing me.

“Are we keeping you from somewhere?” Grandma huffed in response to her husband’s question and returned to her meal.

Setting my cutlery down, I said, “No, I’ve just got a lot on my mind. Sorry.”

“I thought you had gotten bored of us.” Granddad winked.

I gave a small smile. “Not at all.”

I sipped at my lemonade wondering if I should ask if they knew that Mum had been murdered by a soul eater. Or if they knew who Abena was.

Before I could change my mind, I asked, “Granddad, have you ever met anyone called Abena?”

His purple eyes narrowed. “Abena?” He sounded shaken.

Grandma’s fork fell to the table with a clatter.

“You talked to her?”

I shook my head, saying, “She dragged me into an alley where Idir was waiting. Then she ate some of my soul. I was lucky that Hayden . . .” I clamped my mouth shut. Crap! I hadn’t meant to say his name.

Eyebrows shooting up, Granddad asked, “You’re not spending time with this Hayden are you? I thought he had taken you back to his apartment to kill you but then changed his mind? He doesn’t exactly sound like someone you should befriend.”

I bit my lip anxiously. “You don’t have to worry about Hayden, Granddad. He’s not going to hurt me.”


Interrupting him, I said, “Abena, however is someone that I’m very worried about. She ran away when Hayden killed Idir.”

There was silence as they digested what I’d told them. Then Grandma surprised me by speaking.

“You said that Abena had taken some of your soul so why haven’t you aged?”

“Yeah about that . . .”

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