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the wound.
Christ, he’d forgotten.
Lost in the stunning power of his awareness of Kata, his mind had refused to remember that this was an impossible dream.
No.
It was worse than impossible, he fiercely reminded himself.
It was dangerous.
She studied his tight expression with a frown, slowly sitting upright.
“Uriel?”
“It was a long time ago,” he muttered.
Her eyes narrowed. “Then why are you still angry?”
Angry?
He wanted to fall to his knees and howl at the bleak desolation that filled his heart.
It was one thing to know he was denied the promise of a mate when she was a mythical creature that might or might not make an appearance in his life. It was another to be given a glimpse of paradise only to have it snatched away.
“Because it’s a reminder that my future is no longer my own,” he said in stark tones.
Cautiously she rose to her feet, her hand reaching toward his chest.
“You sound like Yannah.”
“Don’t,” he growled, jerking away.
“Tell me what happened.”
He hesitated, before giving a faint shrug. He admired her courage too much to lie.
“I had a rather nasty encounter with a Jinn beneath the docks of London,” he grimly confessed.
She paled, her hand trembling as she pushed back the heavy tumble of her dark curls.
“A Jinn?”
“Yes.”
“When?”
“Two centuries ago, give or take.”
Her expression was impossible to read, although she was too intelligent not to realize the significance of the date.
“You battled?”
He made a sound of disgust. Even after two centuries it still rankled he’d made such a pansy-ass showing against the Jinn.
Hell, a dew fairy could have done more damage.
“You could call it that,” he groused. “As much as I hate to admit it, there wasn’t much of a fight. I barely sensed the Jinn’s approach before he’d killed my brother and captured me.”
“And he did this to you when you tried to escape?” she husked.
Uriel’s bitter laugh echoed through the nearby trees. “No, he allowed me to leave. This was his curse.”
“A curse?” She looked genuinely confused. No big surprise. Uriel was still trying to puzzle out what the hell had happened. “Are you certain?”
He rubbed the scar that had throbbed with a low intensity ache since his escape from the London docks, belatedly realizing that the throb had become more pronounced since his unexpected journey into the underworld.
A coincidence?
It had to be.
He couldn’t allow himself to consider anything else.
If he went postal and hurt Kata . . .
Yeah, he so wasn’t going to go there.
Not even in his darkest ‘what ifs’.
“Painfully certain,” he said, his voice clipped.
“What did he do?”
“The bastard made me his slave.”
Dropping his bomb of shame, Uriel abruptly turned to dive into the water of the stream. The cool, crystal clear water washed over his skin, although it couldn’t wash away the helpless fury that pulsed through him.
Surfacing, he shook the hair out of his eyes and turned to find Kata standing at the edge of the stream, her dark eyes troubled.
She was so beautiful that she made his heart ache.
The dark curls wildly tumbled around her lovely face. The ivory satin skin. The lush curves.
An intoxicating, earthy woman that called to a man’s most primitive desires.
“What did he do to you?” she softly asked.
He clenched his teeth against the savage longing that clutched at him.
He had to keep her safe.
Nothing else mattered.
“He said that I was to be the instrument of his revenge ,” Uriel repeated the words he’d shared with Victor almost two weeks ago.
She averted her face, wading into the water until it lapped over the full curve of her breasts.
“You think this Jinn is the father of Laylah?”
He couldn’t deny her accusation. “Since there’s only been one Jinn sighting in London for the past millennium it seems like a safe assumption.”
“And that’s why you treated me like I carried the
Christ, he’d forgotten.
Lost in the stunning power of his awareness of Kata, his mind had refused to remember that this was an impossible dream.
No.
It was worse than impossible, he fiercely reminded himself.
It was dangerous.
She studied his tight expression with a frown, slowly sitting upright.
“Uriel?”
“It was a long time ago,” he muttered.
Her eyes narrowed. “Then why are you still angry?”
Angry?
He wanted to fall to his knees and howl at the bleak desolation that filled his heart.
It was one thing to know he was denied the promise of a mate when she was a mythical creature that might or might not make an appearance in his life. It was another to be given a glimpse of paradise only to have it snatched away.
“Because it’s a reminder that my future is no longer my own,” he said in stark tones.
Cautiously she rose to her feet, her hand reaching toward his chest.
“You sound like Yannah.”
“Don’t,” he growled, jerking away.
“Tell me what happened.”
He hesitated, before giving a faint shrug. He admired her courage too much to lie.
“I had a rather nasty encounter with a Jinn beneath the docks of London,” he grimly confessed.
She paled, her hand trembling as she pushed back the heavy tumble of her dark curls.
“A Jinn?”
“Yes.”
“When?”
“Two centuries ago, give or take.”
Her expression was impossible to read, although she was too intelligent not to realize the significance of the date.
“You battled?”
He made a sound of disgust. Even after two centuries it still rankled he’d made such a pansy-ass showing against the Jinn.
Hell, a dew fairy could have done more damage.
“You could call it that,” he groused. “As much as I hate to admit it, there wasn’t much of a fight. I barely sensed the Jinn’s approach before he’d killed my brother and captured me.”
“And he did this to you when you tried to escape?” she husked.
Uriel’s bitter laugh echoed through the nearby trees. “No, he allowed me to leave. This was his curse.”
“A curse?” She looked genuinely confused. No big surprise. Uriel was still trying to puzzle out what the hell had happened. “Are you certain?”
He rubbed the scar that had throbbed with a low intensity ache since his escape from the London docks, belatedly realizing that the throb had become more pronounced since his unexpected journey into the underworld.
A coincidence?
It had to be.
He couldn’t allow himself to consider anything else.
If he went postal and hurt Kata . . .
Yeah, he so wasn’t going to go there.
Not even in his darkest ‘what ifs’.
“Painfully certain,” he said, his voice clipped.
“What did he do?”
“The bastard made me his slave.”
Dropping his bomb of shame, Uriel abruptly turned to dive into the water of the stream. The cool, crystal clear water washed over his skin, although it couldn’t wash away the helpless fury that pulsed through him.
Surfacing, he shook the hair out of his eyes and turned to find Kata standing at the edge of the stream, her dark eyes troubled.
She was so beautiful that she made his heart ache.
The dark curls wildly tumbled around her lovely face. The ivory satin skin. The lush curves.
An intoxicating, earthy woman that called to a man’s most primitive desires.
“What did he do to you?” she softly asked.
He clenched his teeth against the savage longing that clutched at him.
He had to keep her safe.
Nothing else mattered.
“He said that I was to be the instrument of his revenge ,” Uriel repeated the words he’d shared with Victor almost two weeks ago.
She averted her face, wading into the water until it lapped over the full curve of her breasts.
“You think this Jinn is the father of Laylah?”
He couldn’t deny her accusation. “Since there’s only been one Jinn sighting in London for the past millennium it seems like a safe assumption.”
“And that’s why you treated me like I carried the
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