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thought. The possibility of leaving him made her physically ill. What kind are we?
Did you see their bodies?
I was ten!
He glanced away, pausing for a moment before he returned his gaze to her face.
Who cared for you after their passing?
A friend of my parents. She was designated as my guardian in their will. Look, I
learned to deal with their deaths a long time ago. Why is this important now?
More head shaking. She wanted to smack him.
It s all wrong. He carelessly raked his fingers through his hair. What you were
told about your parents couldn t possibly be true.
What the hell do you know about it? You don t even know me! Her anxious steps
took her quickly from one end of the kitchen to the other and back.
I know you, Cayenne. Apparently better than you know yourself.
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Where had he come from? Why was he here? And why did she feel drawn to him
with physical intensity? The heat inside her body was building again, making her
hunger for his cold!
What is a bonded keeper? she asked, desperate for something to distract her from
the desire making her pussy tense and ripple.
That s a very complex question.
She could almost feel his lips parting her folds, his tongue circling her aching clit,
blissfully cold. What he d done with his finger! Even his cum was cold. At the time,
she d thought she was dreaming, but the memory made her shiver. How had he created
those sensations? Are What are you?
The question should be what are we? Malik rested his chin on his forearm and
smiled. We re the same, you and I. The same and yet opposite. We are indigenous to
another dimension.
She laughed the sound harsh and hollow. Of course we are. Did you step
through a wormhole or escape from a comicon?
His brows drew together and his displeasure hardened his gaze. Are you mocking
me?
No. I ve simply lost interest in your imaginings. She pointed toward the door.
Leave now or I ll call the police.
If I leave your side, we will both be incapacitated. He stood and scooted the chair
out of his way. The hunger within you will build until you are mindless and wild.
He stepped toward her and she raised her hand. Don t touch me.
I will not hurt you. I have sworn to protect you and do everything in my power to
make you happy. You never need to fear me. Without explanation he held out his
hand, palm up. A sparkling powder formed on his skin then gathered in the center of
his palm. As if controlled by a highly focused wind, the silvery specks rose and clung
together, forming a shimmering ball. He blew on the ball and it crystallized, gleaming
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like polished ice. Light flickered within the ball and an image emerged from the glow.
Is this your mother?
Cayenne gaped and her heart missed a beat. Though tiny, the image appeared three
dimensional and the likeness was clearly her mother. How did you do that?
Is this woman your mother?
She nodded, unable to speak past the lump in her throat.
He lightly closed his fingers around the ball then opened his hand again. And is
this your father?
Yes. Her chest felt so tight she could hardly breathe. He was either the best damn
magician she d ever seen or she needed to pay more attention to his mad ramblings.
With a flick of his wrist, he dissolved the ball. Sparkling flecks showered his hand
and he smiled. Then you are from another dimension, and what you were told about
your parents could not possibly be true. He pulled out one of the chairs and motioned
her toward the seat as he returned to his earlier position.
Her gaze never left his as she joined him at the table. She wasn t ready to consider
the first half of his claim, so she focused on the second. You think my parents were
murdered?
Did you sense anything the day of the accident? Hereditary connections are very
strong among our kind.
There was that phrase again. Our kind. One issue at a time. The day my parents
died& Her mouth dried up, robbing her of the rest of the words.
His warm fingers closed around hers, squeezing gently. Go on.
I saw the accident in my mind. Blood rushed so loudly in her ears, she could
hardly hear her own words. It had been so long since she allowed herself to think about
that day. I started screaming. My teacher thought I d lost my mind. It took the school
three hours to verify what I told them, but I d described everything perfectly.
Except& they were already dead when they hit the tree.
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The brush of his fingers against her cheek drew her back from the past. His touch
was light and soothing. She had to turn her face away before she gave in to the urge to
melt into his arms. He might not be overtly threatening, but she had no doubt he was
dangerous.
I m sorry, rijnna mi. I would take away your pain if it were within my power, but
only a Past Keeper can erase memories.
Past keeper? Is that different than bonded keeper? Why was she encouraging
him? If she suppressed her curiosity, would he lose interest in this& whatever this was?
But what if he wasn t crazy? What if he was telling the truth? He certainly made her feel
different than any man she d ever met. Are you going to explain what all this means.
Let s go outside.
Some fresh air might help clear her head, allow her to think. Is the garden all right
or should I get dressed?
He flashed his sexy smile and heat rolled through her belly. I have no interest in
going anywhere that requires you getting dressed.
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thought. The possibility of leaving him made her physically ill. What kind are we?
Did you see their bodies?
I was ten!
He glanced away, pausing for a moment before he returned his gaze to her face.
Who cared for you after their passing?
A friend of my parents. She was designated as my guardian in their will. Look, I
learned to deal with their deaths a long time ago. Why is this important now?
More head shaking. She wanted to smack him.
It s all wrong. He carelessly raked his fingers through his hair. What you were
told about your parents couldn t possibly be true.
What the hell do you know about it? You don t even know me! Her anxious steps
took her quickly from one end of the kitchen to the other and back.
I know you, Cayenne. Apparently better than you know yourself.
39
Aubrey Ross
Where had he come from? Why was he here? And why did she feel drawn to him
with physical intensity? The heat inside her body was building again, making her
hunger for his cold!
What is a bonded keeper? she asked, desperate for something to distract her from
the desire making her pussy tense and ripple.
That s a very complex question.
She could almost feel his lips parting her folds, his tongue circling her aching clit,
blissfully cold. What he d done with his finger! Even his cum was cold. At the time,
she d thought she was dreaming, but the memory made her shiver. How had he created
those sensations? Are What are you?
The question should be what are we? Malik rested his chin on his forearm and
smiled. We re the same, you and I. The same and yet opposite. We are indigenous to
another dimension.
She laughed the sound harsh and hollow. Of course we are. Did you step
through a wormhole or escape from a comicon?
His brows drew together and his displeasure hardened his gaze. Are you mocking
me?
No. I ve simply lost interest in your imaginings. She pointed toward the door.
Leave now or I ll call the police.
If I leave your side, we will both be incapacitated. He stood and scooted the chair
out of his way. The hunger within you will build until you are mindless and wild.
He stepped toward her and she raised her hand. Don t touch me.
I will not hurt you. I have sworn to protect you and do everything in my power to
make you happy. You never need to fear me. Without explanation he held out his
hand, palm up. A sparkling powder formed on his skin then gathered in the center of
his palm. As if controlled by a highly focused wind, the silvery specks rose and clung
together, forming a shimmering ball. He blew on the ball and it crystallized, gleaming
40
Cayenne
like polished ice. Light flickered within the ball and an image emerged from the glow.
Is this your mother?
Cayenne gaped and her heart missed a beat. Though tiny, the image appeared three
dimensional and the likeness was clearly her mother. How did you do that?
Is this woman your mother?
She nodded, unable to speak past the lump in her throat.
He lightly closed his fingers around the ball then opened his hand again. And is
this your father?
Yes. Her chest felt so tight she could hardly breathe. He was either the best damn
magician she d ever seen or she needed to pay more attention to his mad ramblings.
With a flick of his wrist, he dissolved the ball. Sparkling flecks showered his hand
and he smiled. Then you are from another dimension, and what you were told about
your parents could not possibly be true. He pulled out one of the chairs and motioned
her toward the seat as he returned to his earlier position.
Her gaze never left his as she joined him at the table. She wasn t ready to consider
the first half of his claim, so she focused on the second. You think my parents were
murdered?
Did you sense anything the day of the accident? Hereditary connections are very
strong among our kind.
There was that phrase again. Our kind. One issue at a time. The day my parents
died& Her mouth dried up, robbing her of the rest of the words.
His warm fingers closed around hers, squeezing gently. Go on.
I saw the accident in my mind. Blood rushed so loudly in her ears, she could
hardly hear her own words. It had been so long since she allowed herself to think about
that day. I started screaming. My teacher thought I d lost my mind. It took the school
three hours to verify what I told them, but I d described everything perfectly.
Except& they were already dead when they hit the tree.
41
Aubrey Ross
The brush of his fingers against her cheek drew her back from the past. His touch
was light and soothing. She had to turn her face away before she gave in to the urge to
melt into his arms. He might not be overtly threatening, but she had no doubt he was
dangerous.
I m sorry, rijnna mi. I would take away your pain if it were within my power, but
only a Past Keeper can erase memories.
Past keeper? Is that different than bonded keeper? Why was she encouraging
him? If she suppressed her curiosity, would he lose interest in this& whatever this was?
But what if he wasn t crazy? What if he was telling the truth? He certainly made her feel
different than any man she d ever met. Are you going to explain what all this means.
Let s go outside.
Some fresh air might help clear her head, allow her to think. Is the garden all right
or should I get dressed?
He flashed his sexy smile and heat rolled through her belly. I have no interest in
going anywhere that requires you getting dressed.
Unlike the famous courtyards in the French Quarter, which were often encircled by [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]