Der Silberwolf
Excerpt
Darcy let herself sink into the water with a luscious sensation of warmth after a momentary chill. She took her hair down and let it spread around her shoulders until it clung to her wet skin. She sat on a rock and pretended she was a mermaid alone in her watery kingdom where she was queen and there were no problems. There were no parents nagging her. Above all there was no Randolph King!
She decided to go for a swim. She let the water slide over her naked skin. This was how life should be, not complicated by those worries about schoolwork, dates, and money, money, and more money. Here there were only the water, the sky overhead, and the overarching trees. Especially delightful were the fish that had returned to this hot spring because it was cooling off. They swam around her, tickling her with their fins as they brushed past.
This wasn't the clear aquamarine ocean around the southern and southwestern coasts of Florida. Visibility underwater here was zero. It wasn't surprising when she ran right into something. At first she thought it must be a log, fallen into the pool and starting to decay. Certainly it had seemed solid and had given a good sound knock to her head!
She rose to the surface. She was looking straight into the eyes of a stranger. He was tall and covered with blond hair. His hair hung way down over his shoulders and seemed to be a kind of second skin the way it clung to him. Despite the fact he was in the hot spring he appeared to be smudged with black grease and mud, too caked on to come off so easily. He wore old, tattered clothing. His blue eyes stared at her. He looked like a crazy creep.
Darcy let herself sink into the water with a luscious sensation of warmth after a momentary chill. She took her hair down and let it spread around her shoulders until it clung to her wet skin. She sat on a rock and pretended she was a mermaid alone in her watery kingdom where she was queen and there were no problems. There were no parents nagging her. Above all there was no Randolph King!
She decided to go for a swim. She let the water slide over her naked skin. This was how life should be, not complicated by those worries about schoolwork, dates, and money, money, and more money. Here there were only the water, the sky overhead, and the overarching trees. Especially delightful were the fish that had returned to this hot spring because it was cooling off. They swam around her, tickling her with their fins as they brushed past.
This wasn't the clear aquamarine ocean around the southern and southwestern coasts of Florida. Visibility underwater here was zero. It wasn't surprising when she ran right into something. At first she thought it must be a log, fallen into the pool and starting to decay. Certainly it had seemed solid and had given a good sound knock to her head!
She rose to the surface. She was looking straight into the eyes of a stranger. He was tall and covered with blond hair. His hair hung way down over his shoulders and seemed to be a kind of second skin the way it clung to him. Despite the fact he was in the hot spring he appeared to be smudged with black grease and mud, too caked on to come off so easily. He wore old, tattered clothing. His blue eyes stared at her. He looked like a crazy creep.
