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bird’s closed eyes.
He instinctively reached for her hand, not wanting her touching the new markings.
Ram heard a sizzle.
Ginny frowned, pulling her hand away.
Ram saw that where his fingers made contact with her skin, there were now faint black marks. They vanished a couple seconds later, but he recognized electrical burns when he saw them. “Damn it. I touched you a minute ago with no shock. The electricity recharged.” Faster and stronger than before.
“Look,” she said. “My hand is fine.” She held it up for him to inspect.
He saw the newly healed pink skin.
“But what about the lightning mark?” She gestured again to the red streak next to one closed eye of the tat. “What does it mean?”
A blast of hot anger sheered through his body. He ground his jaw, stepping back to keep from touching Ginny again. Glancing down again, he glared at the tat, at the loss of control over his body. His life. Hell, maybe even his soul. “The bird is waking. Getting stronger.”
“Oh Ram.” She lifted her gaze, her eyes filled with worry, and something else that was deeper than friendship. “Did I do that to you? Cause this thing to get worse?” The way she looked at him, with such compassion, worry, caring, it all made him want her again. More than ever. She was addictive to him. Had been from the first time he saw her.
He remembered that day vividly; he’d arrived at her house, which was littered with the bodies of rogues Phoenix had killed. Eli had been shot in both thighs. Ginny was kneeling over him with a knife and tweezers. Her shirt had been sliced open, and she’d tied the loose tails together—, concerned about getting the bullets out of Eli’s thighs before the other hunter’s supersized healing ability closed up around them—not modesty.
Ram had walked over, put his hand on her shoulder and told her he’d take care of Eli’s wounds. She could go change and grab some clothes as he was taking them to a safe house.
She never hesitated as she worked, but just said, Either help keep Eli still or get out of my way . She finished the job of digging out both bullets, then she cleaned and wrapped the wounds.
She wouldn’t let Eli so much as twitch until she was satisfied he would recover.
Seeing her like that—the mental toughness, her bloody shirt tied out of her way, not giving a shit about modesty or gore, but focused on the mission of saving Eli.
She’d been so damned hot.
And now she stood there wondering if she had hurt him? After fulfilling his greatest wish, his hottest fantasy since he’d met her? And left him craving more?
He shook his head. “Not you, Ginny. Never you.” He sucked in a breath. “It’s the tattoo waking. The witches had said this would get worse, and it is.” He was turning into a human lightning rod. He’d given her what she needed to save her brother and she’d given him the best moments of his life. Now he had to end this.
Both for her safety from the increasing electrical currents running through him and because Ram had to stay in control more than ever now. Ginny was a threat to that, always had been, always would be. She made him feel, made him want more than he had a right to.
In his clearest voice, he added, “This is why there’s no future for us.” She stared at him with misery clouding her eyes, then turned to walk to the edge of the pool, looking down into the still water. “It doesn’t matter. I know you have to go find your mate.” Go after a witch who didn’t want him and beg her to mate with him? Assuming he didn’t lose control of the curse and kill her before he convinced her? Yeah, he’d get right on that just as soon as he amputated his own balls with a plastic knife. But more important to him at the moment was the sadness radiating from Ginny. He grabbed his shorts and tugged them on. Then he moved to her, reaching out to put his hands on her shoulders. Saw the sparks leap from his fingers and jerked his hands back. He used
He instinctively reached for her hand, not wanting her touching the new markings.
Ram heard a sizzle.
Ginny frowned, pulling her hand away.
Ram saw that where his fingers made contact with her skin, there were now faint black marks. They vanished a couple seconds later, but he recognized electrical burns when he saw them. “Damn it. I touched you a minute ago with no shock. The electricity recharged.” Faster and stronger than before.
“Look,” she said. “My hand is fine.” She held it up for him to inspect.
He saw the newly healed pink skin.
“But what about the lightning mark?” She gestured again to the red streak next to one closed eye of the tat. “What does it mean?”
A blast of hot anger sheered through his body. He ground his jaw, stepping back to keep from touching Ginny again. Glancing down again, he glared at the tat, at the loss of control over his body. His life. Hell, maybe even his soul. “The bird is waking. Getting stronger.”
“Oh Ram.” She lifted her gaze, her eyes filled with worry, and something else that was deeper than friendship. “Did I do that to you? Cause this thing to get worse?” The way she looked at him, with such compassion, worry, caring, it all made him want her again. More than ever. She was addictive to him. Had been from the first time he saw her.
He remembered that day vividly; he’d arrived at her house, which was littered with the bodies of rogues Phoenix had killed. Eli had been shot in both thighs. Ginny was kneeling over him with a knife and tweezers. Her shirt had been sliced open, and she’d tied the loose tails together—, concerned about getting the bullets out of Eli’s thighs before the other hunter’s supersized healing ability closed up around them—not modesty.
Ram had walked over, put his hand on her shoulder and told her he’d take care of Eli’s wounds. She could go change and grab some clothes as he was taking them to a safe house.
She never hesitated as she worked, but just said, Either help keep Eli still or get out of my way . She finished the job of digging out both bullets, then she cleaned and wrapped the wounds.
She wouldn’t let Eli so much as twitch until she was satisfied he would recover.
Seeing her like that—the mental toughness, her bloody shirt tied out of her way, not giving a shit about modesty or gore, but focused on the mission of saving Eli.
She’d been so damned hot.
And now she stood there wondering if she had hurt him? After fulfilling his greatest wish, his hottest fantasy since he’d met her? And left him craving more?
He shook his head. “Not you, Ginny. Never you.” He sucked in a breath. “It’s the tattoo waking. The witches had said this would get worse, and it is.” He was turning into a human lightning rod. He’d given her what she needed to save her brother and she’d given him the best moments of his life. Now he had to end this.
Both for her safety from the increasing electrical currents running through him and because Ram had to stay in control more than ever now. Ginny was a threat to that, always had been, always would be. She made him feel, made him want more than he had a right to.
In his clearest voice, he added, “This is why there’s no future for us.” She stared at him with misery clouding her eyes, then turned to walk to the edge of the pool, looking down into the still water. “It doesn’t matter. I know you have to go find your mate.” Go after a witch who didn’t want him and beg her to mate with him? Assuming he didn’t lose control of the curse and kill her before he convinced her? Yeah, he’d get right on that just as soon as he amputated his own balls with a plastic knife. But more important to him at the moment was the sadness radiating from Ginny. He grabbed his shorts and tugged them on. Then he moved to her, reaching out to put his hands on her shoulders. Saw the sparks leap from his fingers and jerked his hands back. He used
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