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pain.”
“Jason,” she breathed, lips trembling.
He felt himself pulled in toward her, struck with the sudden urge to kiss her. Lana was right. He did care about her. But it was far more dangerous than mere friendship, he feared. He stopped, his lips hovering before hers. Then he leaned over to whisper into her ear.
“Don’t be alarmed, Isis. Half of Eclipse is staring down on us from the terrace.”
She tried to shift her weight to look, but he matched her movement, blocking her view. In her current state, the sudden sight of several dozen pairs of eyes could send her into a panic.
“Wait,” he said. “We’re going to walk up there and join Lana for some tea. They will all be gaping at us.”
“They know what happened to me,” she muttered, shoulders drooping.
“Take a few moments to calm your mind. Then we’ll go up there. Together.”
“You won’t let go?”
“I won’t,” he promised, squeezing her hand.
He felt like never letting go of her. Not after what had happened the last time they’d parted ways. His mind scraping hard against every assassin instinct he had, Jason brushed his nose past her neck, his nostrils flaring with the scents of vanilla and strawberries. Isis’s scent. He brushed his lips against her ear.
“I want to talk to you later,” he said.
Her pulse thumped, the skin of her neck popping against his. “We are talking now.”
“We will go up there, and you can tell me and Cameron and Lana what you know about Terra.” He paused. “But I want to talk to you later. Alone.”
He stepped back to gauge her reaction and was disappointed to sense a hint of despair before she threw up her wall again.
“All right,” she said slowly. “I’m ready.”
Jason didn’t fail to note that she hadn’t actually responded to his words. Curious eyes tracked them as they stepped up onto the terrace. Isis kept her eyes forward, trying to ignore them. Jason made his eyes smolder black and turned them on their audience. The gapers all quickly found themselves with something better to do.
When they reached Lana’s table, his sister looked at their clasped hands. The corner of her lip twitched with amusement, but she said nothing. Cameron was sitting on her right side and Everett on her left. Jason slid onto the end of the bench and, still holding Isis’s hand, helped her squeeze in between him and Cameron. Lana poured them each a cup, filling their filters with different leaves.
“What’s with the hand-holding?” Everett asked Jason, grinning. “And helping the lady into her seat. It’s so…gentlemanly of you.”
Isis blushed, and Jason swallowed the urge to hit Everett upside the head.
“Silver’s Balancing Serums have proved insufficient. Isis’s mind is calmed by contact with me.”
Everett’s tea squirted out of his nose. “You’re calming?” He coughed. “ You ?”
“Apparently so,” Jason said, giving him a dark look.
The Rev took the hint and said no more.
“Isis,” Lana said, pushing a tea cup across the table. “Silver has instructed you to drink only fruit tea and to do so with steaming water and a touch of vanilla three times a day. No mint and definitely no alcohol. Keep to that regimen for the next month, and he believes your mind will settle.”
“What is this?” Jason asked, eyeing the mint leaves of his tea.
“You,” Lana said, tossing him a ginger cracker. “Are to drink Winter’s Mint tea and foods with a hint of zest, like ginger and cinnamon, in the hopes that they will infuse a bit of passion into your cold heart.”
“Is that Silver’s prescription or yours?” he said drily.
Her eyes met his without fear. “It was a joint effort. You’ve been too cold for too long, and it’s not healthy. There’s something to be said for loosening up once in a while. ”
Jason eyed the cracker with suspicion. He was going to be alone with Isis later. This didn’t seem to be a particularly good time to be experimenting with
“Jason,” she breathed, lips trembling.
He felt himself pulled in toward her, struck with the sudden urge to kiss her. Lana was right. He did care about her. But it was far more dangerous than mere friendship, he feared. He stopped, his lips hovering before hers. Then he leaned over to whisper into her ear.
“Don’t be alarmed, Isis. Half of Eclipse is staring down on us from the terrace.”
She tried to shift her weight to look, but he matched her movement, blocking her view. In her current state, the sudden sight of several dozen pairs of eyes could send her into a panic.
“Wait,” he said. “We’re going to walk up there and join Lana for some tea. They will all be gaping at us.”
“They know what happened to me,” she muttered, shoulders drooping.
“Take a few moments to calm your mind. Then we’ll go up there. Together.”
“You won’t let go?”
“I won’t,” he promised, squeezing her hand.
He felt like never letting go of her. Not after what had happened the last time they’d parted ways. His mind scraping hard against every assassin instinct he had, Jason brushed his nose past her neck, his nostrils flaring with the scents of vanilla and strawberries. Isis’s scent. He brushed his lips against her ear.
“I want to talk to you later,” he said.
Her pulse thumped, the skin of her neck popping against his. “We are talking now.”
“We will go up there, and you can tell me and Cameron and Lana what you know about Terra.” He paused. “But I want to talk to you later. Alone.”
He stepped back to gauge her reaction and was disappointed to sense a hint of despair before she threw up her wall again.
“All right,” she said slowly. “I’m ready.”
Jason didn’t fail to note that she hadn’t actually responded to his words. Curious eyes tracked them as they stepped up onto the terrace. Isis kept her eyes forward, trying to ignore them. Jason made his eyes smolder black and turned them on their audience. The gapers all quickly found themselves with something better to do.
When they reached Lana’s table, his sister looked at their clasped hands. The corner of her lip twitched with amusement, but she said nothing. Cameron was sitting on her right side and Everett on her left. Jason slid onto the end of the bench and, still holding Isis’s hand, helped her squeeze in between him and Cameron. Lana poured them each a cup, filling their filters with different leaves.
“What’s with the hand-holding?” Everett asked Jason, grinning. “And helping the lady into her seat. It’s so…gentlemanly of you.”
Isis blushed, and Jason swallowed the urge to hit Everett upside the head.
“Silver’s Balancing Serums have proved insufficient. Isis’s mind is calmed by contact with me.”
Everett’s tea squirted out of his nose. “You’re calming?” He coughed. “ You ?”
“Apparently so,” Jason said, giving him a dark look.
The Rev took the hint and said no more.
“Isis,” Lana said, pushing a tea cup across the table. “Silver has instructed you to drink only fruit tea and to do so with steaming water and a touch of vanilla three times a day. No mint and definitely no alcohol. Keep to that regimen for the next month, and he believes your mind will settle.”
“What is this?” Jason asked, eyeing the mint leaves of his tea.
“You,” Lana said, tossing him a ginger cracker. “Are to drink Winter’s Mint tea and foods with a hint of zest, like ginger and cinnamon, in the hopes that they will infuse a bit of passion into your cold heart.”
“Is that Silver’s prescription or yours?” he said drily.
Her eyes met his without fear. “It was a joint effort. You’ve been too cold for too long, and it’s not healthy. There’s something to be said for loosening up once in a while. ”
Jason eyed the cracker with suspicion. He was going to be alone with Isis later. This didn’t seem to be a particularly good time to be experimenting with
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