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safe. But being a…”
“Half-breed?” she supplied, but without the rancor from before.
“Aye. A half-breed. Well, your people obviously react the same way everyone else does.” He picked up one of the tacos and took a vicious bite.
Deep inside her, something stirred.
Not pity.
Compassion. And understanding.
While she’d never been reviled for what she was, many had feared her. Feared what she might see .
But unlike Sean, she’d been protected. As the daughter of a prince of their realm, none would dare lay a hand on her. Her father would have flayed them alive, then thrown them into one of the endless pits of hell fire, to burn for eternity.
Sean, it seemed, had never felt that. Abused by his own captor, as Brüs had done, only so much worse. Because even then, she’d been protected by the demon in his own twisted manner. Not as a person, but as his toy. His plaything who could see the future for him on demand.
Something uneasy shivered through her at the growing realization of how similar she and Sean were.
Taking a quick bite to get away from such dangerous thoughts, she nearly choked. Coughing and sputtering, she grabbed her glass of water and took a deep drink.
“You all right?” his words were so honestly concerned, the shiver turned into a blossom of warmth.
“I’m fine,” she whispered, though she felt the farthest thing from fine as could be possible.
What was it about this man that kept getting to her?
“So, anyway,” Sean continued between bites, “We finally got rid of the demon chasing us last year. Not only did my mom find her family, but my long-lost father as well.” He looked up at her, studying her with such intensity, she squirmed. “I do truly understand your need to rescue your brother. If it was someone of mine, I wouldn’t be stopped either.”
The warmth inside her heated, spreading, nearly filling her. She hadn’t felt compassion, such understanding and consideration of herself as a person, in so long.
And the complete and utter honesty in his voice told her that Jezamine’s words were probably true. This man could be trusted.
Yet…
Something still prevented her from giving in to such a crazy feeling completely.
As the waitress moved to take their empty plates, her hand brushed Mayah’s arm. Electricity shot up Mayah’s spine at the veiled demon magic cleverly hidden. Slowly, as if time had stopped, she raised her head and met the waitress’s gaze.
The woman smiled with predatory intent, finished grabbing the plates, then turned away as if nothing had happened.
Light flashed.
Darkness descended.
Sucked into the vision, she found herself staring into the gray-red gaze of her rescuer.
They lay on something soft, surrounded by a dim light filtering through a forest of trees. Sean’s body pressed along hers as he lifted one of her braids and rubbed it between his fingers. His breath whispered over her lips as he said, “So soft. Mesmerizing. I could watch you for eternity.”
A look at one of the possible futures that could come to pass.
She stiffened, wanting to pull away, but she was a passenger of what she was being shown. Never before had she had a vision while trapped in her own body, unable to move or direct what she wanted to see. Or to never see.
Sean drew closer, pressing his lips to the corner of her mouth with the softest of touches.
Her body responded. She grasped his shoulders, lifting her head to kiss him with a raging passion. He tasted like a fine old whiskey, smoky and smooth with a hint of fiery bite.
She drank it in, starving for his taste, needing to feel his touch.
Light flashed.
Mayah lay on a rocky cliff, head pounding, agonizing pain wrenching through every inch of her body. Blood from a cut on her forehead colored her vision with a pink hue. Across a wide snowy clearing, Cyrus and Sean stood drenched in crimson, fighting an endless horde of demons, black-souled vampires and crazed shifters.
Their movements
“Half-breed?” she supplied, but without the rancor from before.
“Aye. A half-breed. Well, your people obviously react the same way everyone else does.” He picked up one of the tacos and took a vicious bite.
Deep inside her, something stirred.
Not pity.
Compassion. And understanding.
While she’d never been reviled for what she was, many had feared her. Feared what she might see .
But unlike Sean, she’d been protected. As the daughter of a prince of their realm, none would dare lay a hand on her. Her father would have flayed them alive, then thrown them into one of the endless pits of hell fire, to burn for eternity.
Sean, it seemed, had never felt that. Abused by his own captor, as Brüs had done, only so much worse. Because even then, she’d been protected by the demon in his own twisted manner. Not as a person, but as his toy. His plaything who could see the future for him on demand.
Something uneasy shivered through her at the growing realization of how similar she and Sean were.
Taking a quick bite to get away from such dangerous thoughts, she nearly choked. Coughing and sputtering, she grabbed her glass of water and took a deep drink.
“You all right?” his words were so honestly concerned, the shiver turned into a blossom of warmth.
“I’m fine,” she whispered, though she felt the farthest thing from fine as could be possible.
What was it about this man that kept getting to her?
“So, anyway,” Sean continued between bites, “We finally got rid of the demon chasing us last year. Not only did my mom find her family, but my long-lost father as well.” He looked up at her, studying her with such intensity, she squirmed. “I do truly understand your need to rescue your brother. If it was someone of mine, I wouldn’t be stopped either.”
The warmth inside her heated, spreading, nearly filling her. She hadn’t felt compassion, such understanding and consideration of herself as a person, in so long.
And the complete and utter honesty in his voice told her that Jezamine’s words were probably true. This man could be trusted.
Yet…
Something still prevented her from giving in to such a crazy feeling completely.
As the waitress moved to take their empty plates, her hand brushed Mayah’s arm. Electricity shot up Mayah’s spine at the veiled demon magic cleverly hidden. Slowly, as if time had stopped, she raised her head and met the waitress’s gaze.
The woman smiled with predatory intent, finished grabbing the plates, then turned away as if nothing had happened.
Light flashed.
Darkness descended.
Sucked into the vision, she found herself staring into the gray-red gaze of her rescuer.
They lay on something soft, surrounded by a dim light filtering through a forest of trees. Sean’s body pressed along hers as he lifted one of her braids and rubbed it between his fingers. His breath whispered over her lips as he said, “So soft. Mesmerizing. I could watch you for eternity.”
A look at one of the possible futures that could come to pass.
She stiffened, wanting to pull away, but she was a passenger of what she was being shown. Never before had she had a vision while trapped in her own body, unable to move or direct what she wanted to see. Or to never see.
Sean drew closer, pressing his lips to the corner of her mouth with the softest of touches.
Her body responded. She grasped his shoulders, lifting her head to kiss him with a raging passion. He tasted like a fine old whiskey, smoky and smooth with a hint of fiery bite.
She drank it in, starving for his taste, needing to feel his touch.
Light flashed.
Mayah lay on a rocky cliff, head pounding, agonizing pain wrenching through every inch of her body. Blood from a cut on her forehead colored her vision with a pink hue. Across a wide snowy clearing, Cyrus and Sean stood drenched in crimson, fighting an endless horde of demons, black-souled vampires and crazed shifters.
Their movements
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