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steadying her. Heat flared across her face, she hastened back a step, the sensation of his tough body leaving its imprint on hers. “Sorry.”
Dropping his hands, he shook his head and brushed aside her apology. A muscle ticked hard on his rigid jaw. He wasn’t as unaffected by her touch as he appeared. It made her feel a little better — hell, a whole lot if she were honest. The man was just too self-contained. Controlled.
“Come.” He motioned for her to join him with a tilt of his head.
Darci followed him down the softly lit corridor decorated with more paintings and body armor. The wonderful aroma of something baking drifted to her. Her tummy protested in hunger, reminding her that she hadn't eaten since the measly breakfast bar she’d had at work.
Blaéz pushed open a door near the back and waited for her to enter. Unnerved by the way he watched her, Darci hurriedly stepped past him into an enormous kitchen of oak cupboards with gray granite counters.
Through the opened French doors, a cool, briny breeze drifted inside from the serene trellised garden. Night insects created a disharmony of sounds. She stopped near the island counter separating the kitchen and dining area. And realized they weren’t alone.
Two men sat at the long oak table. One, goth-like in appearance with pierced ears, his striking hair in multihued shades from blue to black, was undeniably good-looking.
The other was dressed in black, too, the color a perfect backdrop for his drop-dead golden looks. Tousled, wheat-colored hair brushed his shoulders. A smile lurked in eyes the color of melting toffee.
A hand settled on her waist, startling her. “That’s Aethan with the hair,” Blaéz said from behind her in introduction. “And Týr. This is Darci Callahan.”
Aethan snorted but nodded. “Darci.”
Týr grinned.
Staring at men that good-looking, Darci felt as if she’d stepped into an alternate world. A castle, handsome men in leathers—
Echo walked in then, so normal and everything, despite her mismatched eyes, and stunned Darci speechless when she sat beside the blue-haired guy. His hand dropped to stroke her back, possession in his every gesture. Right, so they were a couple.
“Darci, welcome to our humble abode.” Týr pushed to his feet. He sent Aethan then Blaéz a look of complete disbelief. “I cannot understand how you lot meet the most incredible females?”
“Maybe if you gave Anarchy a miss, you would, too,” Aethan drawled.
“Yeah, there is that…” Týr smirked, displaying slashing masculine dimples. He took his plate to the sink. “Right, I'm outta here.”
“Darci?” At Blaéz’s low tone, she turned and had to remember to breathe when she met his intense stare. Sure, the other men were just as good-looking, but Blaéz made them fade into the background.
“Coming, Celt?” Týr drawled.
“In a minute.”
Darci hastily stepped back and widened the space between them, heat scorching her face. For that brief second, she’d forgotten they weren’t alone.
“You’ll be safe here. I’ll take you back in the morning,” Blaéz told her. “Sleep if you can. I’ll be gone for the rest of the night. You need me, call. Where’s your cell?”
Without a word, since her throat was dry and she couldn’t speak anyway, Darci pulled the phone from her tunic pocket and passed it to him. His fingers flew over the keypad. His cell rang. Then he handed hers back and saved her number on his.
A chair scraped on the floor. Aethan rose and brushed the shallow dimple in Echo’s chin with his knuckle. “I’ll see you later. Don’t push it, Echo, I don’t care what Lore says.”
She rolled her eyes at his curt order. “I’ll be fine. Lore’s a dry old ang— man… He’s not really bothering you, is he?”
He gave Echo a narrowed look before following Blaéz out. Smiling, she met Darci’s gaze and shook her head.
Suddenly, the kitchen was too enormous, too silent. Darci crossed to the table and
Dropping his hands, he shook his head and brushed aside her apology. A muscle ticked hard on his rigid jaw. He wasn’t as unaffected by her touch as he appeared. It made her feel a little better — hell, a whole lot if she were honest. The man was just too self-contained. Controlled.
“Come.” He motioned for her to join him with a tilt of his head.
Darci followed him down the softly lit corridor decorated with more paintings and body armor. The wonderful aroma of something baking drifted to her. Her tummy protested in hunger, reminding her that she hadn't eaten since the measly breakfast bar she’d had at work.
Blaéz pushed open a door near the back and waited for her to enter. Unnerved by the way he watched her, Darci hurriedly stepped past him into an enormous kitchen of oak cupboards with gray granite counters.
Through the opened French doors, a cool, briny breeze drifted inside from the serene trellised garden. Night insects created a disharmony of sounds. She stopped near the island counter separating the kitchen and dining area. And realized they weren’t alone.
Two men sat at the long oak table. One, goth-like in appearance with pierced ears, his striking hair in multihued shades from blue to black, was undeniably good-looking.
The other was dressed in black, too, the color a perfect backdrop for his drop-dead golden looks. Tousled, wheat-colored hair brushed his shoulders. A smile lurked in eyes the color of melting toffee.
A hand settled on her waist, startling her. “That’s Aethan with the hair,” Blaéz said from behind her in introduction. “And Týr. This is Darci Callahan.”
Aethan snorted but nodded. “Darci.”
Týr grinned.
Staring at men that good-looking, Darci felt as if she’d stepped into an alternate world. A castle, handsome men in leathers—
Echo walked in then, so normal and everything, despite her mismatched eyes, and stunned Darci speechless when she sat beside the blue-haired guy. His hand dropped to stroke her back, possession in his every gesture. Right, so they were a couple.
“Darci, welcome to our humble abode.” Týr pushed to his feet. He sent Aethan then Blaéz a look of complete disbelief. “I cannot understand how you lot meet the most incredible females?”
“Maybe if you gave Anarchy a miss, you would, too,” Aethan drawled.
“Yeah, there is that…” Týr smirked, displaying slashing masculine dimples. He took his plate to the sink. “Right, I'm outta here.”
“Darci?” At Blaéz’s low tone, she turned and had to remember to breathe when she met his intense stare. Sure, the other men were just as good-looking, but Blaéz made them fade into the background.
“Coming, Celt?” Týr drawled.
“In a minute.”
Darci hastily stepped back and widened the space between them, heat scorching her face. For that brief second, she’d forgotten they weren’t alone.
“You’ll be safe here. I’ll take you back in the morning,” Blaéz told her. “Sleep if you can. I’ll be gone for the rest of the night. You need me, call. Where’s your cell?”
Without a word, since her throat was dry and she couldn’t speak anyway, Darci pulled the phone from her tunic pocket and passed it to him. His fingers flew over the keypad. His cell rang. Then he handed hers back and saved her number on his.
A chair scraped on the floor. Aethan rose and brushed the shallow dimple in Echo’s chin with his knuckle. “I’ll see you later. Don’t push it, Echo, I don’t care what Lore says.”
She rolled her eyes at his curt order. “I’ll be fine. Lore’s a dry old ang— man… He’s not really bothering you, is he?”
He gave Echo a narrowed look before following Blaéz out. Smiling, she met Darci’s gaze and shook her head.
Suddenly, the kitchen was too enormous, too silent. Darci crossed to the table and
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