we to the full moon?”
“A week and there is no need for you to worry. I won’t be here when I Conversion. I won’t ever allow you to see that.”
She let go of the screen, forgetting all about having to relieve herself. She padded back to the bed and climbed on it. “I’m not afraid of you,” she said though she knew her reaction had hurt him. She laid her hand on his biceps. “I ….”
“You won’t ever see me in Lycant form,” he repeated. “Now go piss before you wet the bed.”
Tucking her lower lip between her teeth, she scooted off the bed and left him lying there with one knee crooked, his hands behind his head. When she came back, he had left the bed and was at the wash basin, pumping water into a kettle.
He glanced around at her to see her shrugging into his shirt again. He was disappointed that she’d covered up her perfect body. “Want some tea?”
She nodded, her gaze sweeping over his bare back and down the tight jeans that now covered his long legs, his bare feet making him even more sexy in her eyes. Her gaze drifted up him slowly.
“Are you staring at my ass?” he asked.
Her inspection had stopped at a large dark area on the left side of his back just above the waistband of his jeans. She walked to him, curious about the discoloration. “What happened to your back?” she asked.
He shrugged. “Draeton,” was all he said as he took the kettle to the stove and wood stove.
She let out a long breath. “How long were you there?” she asked quietly.
“Five years.”
She knew all about the Maximum Security Prison near Cuthbert. It was where they sent the truly dangerous criminals.
And Lycants who could not be controlled by ordinary means.
She went to him and put her fingertips on the dark area the size of a saucer that stained his back. “What caused this?”
He turned so her hand slid from the rough, puckered scar to his belly, smiling faintly at her as her fingers spiked through the curly hairs along his tigerline. “You really want to know?”
She slid her arms around his waist. “I want to know everything about you,” she answered.
Reaching behind him, he took her wrist and unhooked it from his body, then led her toward the rocker. When he would have offered it to her, she shook her head and slipped gracefully to the floor. She instinctively knew the rocker was the only thing that would help ease the pain she sensed in him. As he sat, she saw the flicker of it pass over his features. She laid her head on his thigh, her hand wrapped around his calf and stared into the fire.
Grateful he did not have to look into her eyes as he explained about his imprisonment, he tangled his fingers in her dark curls.
“I was arrested right after the final battle at Fairmoore,” he said. “That was when all my kind were being rounded up and sent to re-conditioning camps.”
“You balked at being arrested,” she said, understanding that he would have resisted what he had to have known was coming.
“It took ten of them to bring me to ground,” he said as his fingers slid through her hair, combing it between his splayed fingers. “I pissed them off so badly they would have slit my throat if one of the scientists hadn’t intervened.”
“One of the men who had engineered you?”
“The very one who made me what I am, aye,” he said. “He was a mean son of a bitch and determined to break me.”
She could hear the anger in his tone and felt it in the way his hand moved along her scalp.
“This particular bastard had developed what he called an equalizer,” he continued. “It was a weapon ....” He let out a harsh breath. “Nay, it was a torture device that allowed him to be able to easily control a recalcitrant Lycant.”
“Were there many of you at Draeton?”
“Just four of us full-bloods who had been government assassins,” he answered. “I was the only one who survived.”
She lifted her head and looked up at him. “What happened to the others?”
He looked
“A week and there is no need for you to worry. I won’t be here when I Conversion. I won’t ever allow you to see that.”
She let go of the screen, forgetting all about having to relieve herself. She padded back to the bed and climbed on it. “I’m not afraid of you,” she said though she knew her reaction had hurt him. She laid her hand on his biceps. “I ….”
“You won’t ever see me in Lycant form,” he repeated. “Now go piss before you wet the bed.”
Tucking her lower lip between her teeth, she scooted off the bed and left him lying there with one knee crooked, his hands behind his head. When she came back, he had left the bed and was at the wash basin, pumping water into a kettle.
He glanced around at her to see her shrugging into his shirt again. He was disappointed that she’d covered up her perfect body. “Want some tea?”
She nodded, her gaze sweeping over his bare back and down the tight jeans that now covered his long legs, his bare feet making him even more sexy in her eyes. Her gaze drifted up him slowly.
“Are you staring at my ass?” he asked.
Her inspection had stopped at a large dark area on the left side of his back just above the waistband of his jeans. She walked to him, curious about the discoloration. “What happened to your back?” she asked.
He shrugged. “Draeton,” was all he said as he took the kettle to the stove and wood stove.
She let out a long breath. “How long were you there?” she asked quietly.
“Five years.”
She knew all about the Maximum Security Prison near Cuthbert. It was where they sent the truly dangerous criminals.
And Lycants who could not be controlled by ordinary means.
She went to him and put her fingertips on the dark area the size of a saucer that stained his back. “What caused this?”
He turned so her hand slid from the rough, puckered scar to his belly, smiling faintly at her as her fingers spiked through the curly hairs along his tigerline. “You really want to know?”
She slid her arms around his waist. “I want to know everything about you,” she answered.
Reaching behind him, he took her wrist and unhooked it from his body, then led her toward the rocker. When he would have offered it to her, she shook her head and slipped gracefully to the floor. She instinctively knew the rocker was the only thing that would help ease the pain she sensed in him. As he sat, she saw the flicker of it pass over his features. She laid her head on his thigh, her hand wrapped around his calf and stared into the fire.
Grateful he did not have to look into her eyes as he explained about his imprisonment, he tangled his fingers in her dark curls.
“I was arrested right after the final battle at Fairmoore,” he said. “That was when all my kind were being rounded up and sent to re-conditioning camps.”
“You balked at being arrested,” she said, understanding that he would have resisted what he had to have known was coming.
“It took ten of them to bring me to ground,” he said as his fingers slid through her hair, combing it between his splayed fingers. “I pissed them off so badly they would have slit my throat if one of the scientists hadn’t intervened.”
“One of the men who had engineered you?”
“The very one who made me what I am, aye,” he said. “He was a mean son of a bitch and determined to break me.”
She could hear the anger in his tone and felt it in the way his hand moved along her scalp.
“This particular bastard had developed what he called an equalizer,” he continued. “It was a weapon ....” He let out a harsh breath. “Nay, it was a torture device that allowed him to be able to easily control a recalcitrant Lycant.”
“Were there many of you at Draeton?”
“Just four of us full-bloods who had been government assassins,” he answered. “I was the only one who survived.”
She lifted her head and looked up at him. “What happened to the others?”
He looked
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