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“Penn? Is that you? Are you okay?”
“Fine, I think. No.” Her voice trembled. “No, I don’t think I am. Aziza, your mother… I thought she’d gone mental when she told me about this. About things possessing people to talk to her. And other things, horrible things that happened before she took you away. One of the reasons she left was to prot—”
“Now, now,” Ram murmured, causing everyone in the room to turn toward the window where he was now standing in his own body, watching the street below. “One thing at a time, little English. Aziza has a lot to absorb and she must do it swiftly. There is more than one wolf at her door.”
He looked exactly the way she remembered, though this time he was more in focus and…clothed. Dressed all in white as if to match her, with a poet shirt that opened to reveal the beautifully flawless bronze of his skin and loose-fitting pants thin enough to reveal the shape of his legs. His sandals barely seemed to touch the floor, and with the light coming in from the window he appeared haloed, like an angel.
Aziza remembered the garden. The fire. His lush mouth and the hypnotic gaze that promised carnal delight. Even if he hadn’t just used Greg and Penn as human sock puppets, she would know he was definitely not an angel.
He was everything her mother had warned her about.
Greg had set down Aziza’s glass and strode toward Ram, his manner angry, more threatening than she’d ever seen him. “There you are, you demonic son of a bi—”
Ram lifted one finger and Greg froze midstep, his mouth open, but no sound emerging. His eyes were still wide and expressive, however. Still aware. “Americans,” Ram said and sighed, glancing over at Aziza with an apologetic expression. “So impatient. So impulsive. He’s done it now, forced me to use the abilities that gave you so much pleasure to restrain him instead. Since I’m visible as well—that’s two strikes for anyone counting—I’m afraid I’ll have to go soon. Too soon for me to answer any more of your questions. Before I go, I left you something in your bedroom. I made it for you when I first learned of my new assignment. All women love jewelry, don’t they? And you, from my observations, have a preference for this particular accessory.”
Invisible fingers caressed Aziza’s cheek, making her flinch as he continued speaking from across the room, his expression one of utter innocence. “You need a replacement anyway, something worthy of you, and it will help you control your gifts until you can do it on your own.”
There was a loud, threatening knock on the door, beating fast and fiercely. Urgently. Ram swore. “That’s my warning. Do yourselves a favor and don’t answer it. And I’m not a demon, Aziza. If you want to know more, know how to protect yourself from your—what did you call it?— curse , then come to the center of the city, where no side is taken, tonight at midnight. You should appreciate the poetry of that, and Shev will have returned by then. In public, you can be assured of your safety. As can I,” he murmured. “Then you might begin to understand.”
Ram winked at Penn and stepped back toward the window, disappearing as if through a door none of them could see.
“—itch!” Greg finished his sentence and his foot stomped down to the floor with a thud . He looked around, profound disbelief etched in his expression. “Where is he? How the hell did he do that? It felt like a gang of thugs had ahold of me.”
The knocking stopped abruptly. Greg turned as if to go to the door but she stopped him. “Don’t. Please, Greg, don’t open the door yet.”
Crazy like your mother. Crazy. Crazy. The curse would be better than this.
When Greg stopped moving, Aziza let go of Penn and started to pace. “For the record, I need you both to tell me honestly—did you just see that? All of it? That wasn’t in my head?”
Penn collapsed on the couch with one shaking hand covering her mouth, and
“Fine, I think. No.” Her voice trembled. “No, I don’t think I am. Aziza, your mother… I thought she’d gone mental when she told me about this. About things possessing people to talk to her. And other things, horrible things that happened before she took you away. One of the reasons she left was to prot—”
“Now, now,” Ram murmured, causing everyone in the room to turn toward the window where he was now standing in his own body, watching the street below. “One thing at a time, little English. Aziza has a lot to absorb and she must do it swiftly. There is more than one wolf at her door.”
He looked exactly the way she remembered, though this time he was more in focus and…clothed. Dressed all in white as if to match her, with a poet shirt that opened to reveal the beautifully flawless bronze of his skin and loose-fitting pants thin enough to reveal the shape of his legs. His sandals barely seemed to touch the floor, and with the light coming in from the window he appeared haloed, like an angel.
Aziza remembered the garden. The fire. His lush mouth and the hypnotic gaze that promised carnal delight. Even if he hadn’t just used Greg and Penn as human sock puppets, she would know he was definitely not an angel.
He was everything her mother had warned her about.
Greg had set down Aziza’s glass and strode toward Ram, his manner angry, more threatening than she’d ever seen him. “There you are, you demonic son of a bi—”
Ram lifted one finger and Greg froze midstep, his mouth open, but no sound emerging. His eyes were still wide and expressive, however. Still aware. “Americans,” Ram said and sighed, glancing over at Aziza with an apologetic expression. “So impatient. So impulsive. He’s done it now, forced me to use the abilities that gave you so much pleasure to restrain him instead. Since I’m visible as well—that’s two strikes for anyone counting—I’m afraid I’ll have to go soon. Too soon for me to answer any more of your questions. Before I go, I left you something in your bedroom. I made it for you when I first learned of my new assignment. All women love jewelry, don’t they? And you, from my observations, have a preference for this particular accessory.”
Invisible fingers caressed Aziza’s cheek, making her flinch as he continued speaking from across the room, his expression one of utter innocence. “You need a replacement anyway, something worthy of you, and it will help you control your gifts until you can do it on your own.”
There was a loud, threatening knock on the door, beating fast and fiercely. Urgently. Ram swore. “That’s my warning. Do yourselves a favor and don’t answer it. And I’m not a demon, Aziza. If you want to know more, know how to protect yourself from your—what did you call it?— curse , then come to the center of the city, where no side is taken, tonight at midnight. You should appreciate the poetry of that, and Shev will have returned by then. In public, you can be assured of your safety. As can I,” he murmured. “Then you might begin to understand.”
Ram winked at Penn and stepped back toward the window, disappearing as if through a door none of them could see.
“—itch!” Greg finished his sentence and his foot stomped down to the floor with a thud . He looked around, profound disbelief etched in his expression. “Where is he? How the hell did he do that? It felt like a gang of thugs had ahold of me.”
The knocking stopped abruptly. Greg turned as if to go to the door but she stopped him. “Don’t. Please, Greg, don’t open the door yet.”
Crazy like your mother. Crazy. Crazy. The curse would be better than this.
When Greg stopped moving, Aziza let go of Penn and started to pace. “For the record, I need you both to tell me honestly—did you just see that? All of it? That wasn’t in my head?”
Penn collapsed on the couch with one shaking hand covering her mouth, and
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