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Just being with
her had nearly cost me my life.
    She was supposed to be
salvation.
    And that was what made my
heart bleed. So pure a girl would turn her back on everything to
save me. A murderer, a true demon bound to his bloodlust, a slave
to pain and desire. How could she want a thing like me was not
something I understood … yet I did understand the incomprehensible
need to have her near me, as I was sure she felt it too. I needed
to see her, feel her beneath me. I wanted to own her, to take her,
and reveal the beauty of the darkness we could share.
    I would go to her. I would
take her away and make her mine. I could still make it work; it
need not be the end of her if she came with me.
    The girl went still beneath
my hands.
    Her heart stopped
beating.
     
    *
     
     
    My eyes opened, and I stared into
Breandan’s face. From my position, I could see his jaw, clenched,
his lips pressed together in concentration. He shifted and looked
down at me, aware I was now awake.
    “ You left your body,” he
said, voice strained. “I tried to wake you, but you would not
return. Where did you go?”
    “ I– I’m not sure,” I
lied.
    I had to swallow hard, for my tongue
seemed to thicken as I said the words. I know exactly where I had
been and what I had seen, but surely, a lie to soothe is better
than hurting with the truth.
    “ For a time, I couldn’t
even feel you. Our bond was smothered by darkness.”
    The words tore at my heart and I
clutched him to me. “You’ll n–n….” I struggled with the lie. “Never
lose me, Breandan.”
    He stiffened. “Your find it harder to
lie now.”
    I buried my head in his shoulder. “I
don’t want to hurt you,” I said. “I want you to feel like you can
trust me.”
    “ It’ll take time for you to
get used to being truthful.” He paused. “Of course soon you will
have no choice. It would be better for you if you tried to speak
only the truth. Alright?” I nodded. “Besides,” he continued in a
light voice. “You are older than me. You should be setting a good
example.”
    I snorted. “Yeah, two hundred years
senior. How does that work again?”
    His brows mashed together. “This
upsets you.”
    Hell yes. I slid off his lap onto the
soft grass. “You don’t have to declare my mood to the world each
time you figure me out.”
    His head cocked. “Now you’re mad.” I
gritted my teeth. Breandan ran a finger down the bridge of my nose,
over my pressed lips and tense jaw. “So angry,” he
murmured.
    He let his touch wander down the side
my neck, brush lightly over my collarbone. A brief hesitation
before his hand stoked the swell of my breast. I gasped. He
chuckled and clamped his big hands over my upper arms to pull me
closer. His eyes – two pools of iridescent light – flicked over my
features as if he could not chose which to settle upon. My heart
thumped in my chest as his head lowered and his tongue shot out to
lick my bottom lip. He made a humming noise at the back of his
throat, like the one I made, but his was almost questioning. Before
I could dwell on how odd it was he pressed his lips to mine. Most
might have been gentle or had tried to go in softly so not to scare
me, but Breandan was a force of all his own, and he had decided he
wanted to kiss me. His mouth latched onto mine tongue entwined
around my own with enough skill and finesse to have me groaning
into his mouth. Instinct. The more it guided me the more I gave it
free reign – especially if the pay off was going to feel so damn
good each time.
    I tried to move closer but his hands
clamped down on my arms kept me still. He pulled away to kiss the
side of my neck. His attention had diverted from passion to
something else.
    He said, “You seem tense.”
    I held still and waited and when no
further explanation was forth coming I replied, “It doesn’t matter,
please, don’t stop.”
    “ Tell the truth. Of whom
did you dream?” His eyes sparked, daring me to lie.
    Flushing, I shifted and my