The Girl He Marked

Book 1 Chapter 40

Book 1 Chapter 40 We stroll along the promenade, towards the pier, my eyes light up as I see the

Ferris wheel and roller coasters.

It reminds me of Santa Monica Pier.

‘Want to go on a few rides?’ He offers and I’m glad he’s not one of those people who is scared to go on

rides

‘Yes!’ I reply eagerly and we step onto the wooden boards of the pier. The salty sea breeze hits me

square in the face and I couldn’t be happier about it. The smell instantly takes me back to being a kid

again and excitement bubbles up in my stomach.

Stopping at the first stand, Eli buys us some cotton candy, which we eat whilst we make our way down the pier. After we have eaten our fill, I lead him towards the waltzers.

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‘Want a go? Eli asks, gesturing towards the stall where you have to throw a ball and knock down all the

bottles.

‘My aim is pretty bad to be honest,’ I reply honestly and give him a sheepish smile.

‘Well, that’s good because my aim is awesome, he smirks down at me, and I raise an eyebrow in disbe

lief.

Prove it, I tell him, and he smiles at me. We go over to the stall, and I step back and watch as Eli pays

the stallholder, grabs a ball and lines up his shot. My mouth drops open as he swings his arm and pelts

the ball forwards, it hits the bottles with such force that it knocks over every single one.

Bloody supernatural strength.

‘Oh my God, that’s amazing. I gush, and I’m awarded with one of my favorite boyish grins.

‘Here you go, the stallholder hands Eli a giant wolf, funnily enough. We share a knowing glance.

How ironic

‘You have it, I won it for you, he says and as I thank him, he puts his arm around my shoulders, pulling

me against his wonderful body as we stroll down to the next stall,

The next ride we choose is the rollercoaster, we wait patiently in the queue and manage to get on in

twenty minutes. I grip the bar as it’s pulled down in front of us and turn to see Eli is already looking at

me with an indiscernible look on his face.

‘Hold my hand if you get scared, he teases, and I roll my eyes at him.

‘Shut up,’ I reply, and the rollercoaster begins clacking up the incline before he can respond.

I hold my breath as we reach the top of the drop and teeter over the edge, in a split second, we fly

down, the wind whipping past so quickly I have to shut my eyes. I grip the bar so tightly that I can feel

my pulse in my fingers, my stomach feels like it’s dropped to the bottom of my body, and I get a mad

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Book 1 Chapter 40

relief and adrenaline when we reach the bottom and begin coasting at a normal speed.

The inclines and drops continue like that, when Eli and I get off we‘re both buzzing off adrenaline and

we decide we fancy some fish and chips. We buy our food off one of the vendors and walk to the very end of the pier, where it is deepest in the water with the waves crashing into the pillars below the

boards. We sit down on a bench and dig into our food.

It is windy on the end of the pier and goose-bumps rise on my arms, like something about a film, Eli

takes off his jacket and wraps it around my shoulders. The intoxicating scent of Elijah Hunt fills my

nose and I almost die of happiness; I’m at the beach, eating chips, sat with and wearing the jacket off,

probably the fittest guy in the world.

What a great day.

We leave the pier and walk back to the car park, Eli reaches over to hold my hand again and despite

having conflicting feelings towards him, holding his hand feels right.

He drives us back to his beach house and we decide to change and go for a swim in the sea. I put on

my bikini which contrasts beautifully with my chocolate-colored skin. Slightly nervous, I come

downstairs with my towel wrapped around me and see Eli is already in the water. I kick off my flip-flops,

momentarily regretting the action when I step onto the burning hot sand. I quickly lay out my towel and

hurry to the wa ter’s edge, needing the cold water to soothe my feet.

I step in up to my ankles and sigh happily as the cool water surrounds me, when I look up, I see Eli

standing a few meters away. The sea is at his waist, he’s wearing blue shorts and rivulets of water are

run ning down his tanned, muscular chest. His usually light blonde hair is darker with the water, and

he’s pushed it back off his face, he looks amazing.

‘Come here,’ he says, stepping towards me. I do as he asks and takes a couple of steps further into the

water. This obviously isn’t deep enough for him, because he closes the distance between us and grabs

me by the waist. I automatically lift my legs and wrap them around his waist as holds me against his

body.

‘Eli! Put me down!’ | squeal as he wades deeper into the sea, my feet disappear into the water and

soon it rises to my waist.

‘It’s cold! Put me down!’ I tell him, rolling my eyes when I hear him laughing.

“Okay, I’ll put you down, he replies and suddenly lets me go, dropping me into the water so it comes up

over my shoulders. I flail about until my feet touch the sand and I can stand up, the water is just under

my chest now and I wrap my arms around myself to keep warm.