Read Blaze for Free Online Page B

told Tristan and pointed down
the river.
    “The London Eye? Of course,” he nudged her,
“typical that in a city so drenched in history, you would pick the
one modern attraction.”
    Kira rolled her eyes and tugged on his hand,
“Just come on.”
    He followed her, and on the long walk over,
Kira was grateful that Tristan had thought to rent a car and park
it in a garage for the day. Expensive? Yes. Completely worth not
having to lug their bags around for hours? Definitely!
    Tristan relaxed as they neared the large
structure. He slipped his fingers through hers, intertwining their
hands, and softened his muscles when Kira leaned against his arm.
Just a couple taking an afternoon stroll, Kira thought while
glancing at all of the completely normal people around them who
were doing the same thing. It was slightly overcast, but the sun
peeked through the clouds every so often, casting diamonds along
the choppy water. To Kira, it was perfect.
    When they reached the London Eye, there was
a bit of a line, but nothing too bad. After waiting for fifteen
minutes, they slipped into one of the pods, which was essentially a
glass globe large enough to hold ten or fifteen people. Before
anyone else had the chance to follow them inside, Tristan pushed
the door closed and the metal, automatically programmed to close in
thirty more seconds, screeched in protest.
    An employee rushed over and smacked the
glass, trying to reopen the door. Tristan shrugged and shook his
head in fake bewilderment, but the employee didn’t look fooled. In
fact, he looked downright suspicious.
    Trying to hide her smirk, Kira stared in the
opposite direction and put her hands against the window, searching
for buildings she might recognize as the wheel turned to lift them
higher into the air.
    “What’s that?” She asked Tristan, pointing
through the glass at a huge white dome that stretched above the
city’s low buildings.
    Tristan, who had lived in London during the
nineteen sixties, put an arm over her shoulder and leaned over to
follow the line of her finger. “That’s St. Paul’s Cathedral. Over
to the right of it,” he continued, taking Kira’s hand in his and
moving her pointer finger to a big blue and gray stone bridge,
“that’s the Tower of London and the Tower of London Bridge.”
    “Is it falling down?” Kira joked and felt
the cool air of his exhale along her neck, making the little hairs
along her soft skin rise. She glanced back, meeting his eyes for a
second. They crinkled into a smile, but he looked back out at the
horizon, moving her hand to a new spot.
    “Do you see that circular straw roof? You
can only just make it out, right along the corner of the river,
almost across from the Tower of London.”
    Kira nodded.
    “That’s the Globe Theater, where—”
    “Where all of Shakespeare’s plays were
performed,” Kira interrupted and glanced back at his shocked
features. “Hey, I paid attention in English class… sometimes.”
    “Really? I thought you spent most of English
class distracting me with notes.” Kira elbowed him in the ribs, but
he of course didn’t budge at all. No fun, Kira thought. She
couldn’t exactly push him around.
    “Whoa, selective memory man, I think you
were the one who distracted me with little portraits of my profile
and my eyes—and my lips a few times, when you wanted me to know
exactly what was on your mind.” She raised her eyebrow at him in a
challenge.
    “You forgot whispering lines into your ear
when our teacher wasn’t looking,” Tristan said softly, leaning
closer to her body so they touched all the way from their legs to
their shoulders. Kira leaned back, closing the distance, and
Tristan wrapped his arms around her, holding her closer. She
covered his arms with her own, hugging him back.
    “So long as I can breathe or I can see,”
Tristan spoke lowly, in a deep sultry rumble, and Kira closed her
eyes for a moment, “so long lives your love which gives life to
me.”
    “What’s