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“Undoubtedly. But it’s more than your blood. It’s you, Jena. It’s the love between us that heightens everything when we come together.” He kissed her softly, lovingly. “Let’s take that shower, then spend the rest of the day in bed.”
“Oh, I like that plan.” She pecked him on the cheek, then turned in his arms as he stepped back to allow her to open the bathroom door.
But she’d forgotten the window.
The bathroom window was wide open. And the sunlight was streaming in, dappling the sunny yellow shower curtain and sending shafts across the matching bath mat and towels in the towel rack. She heard a gasp from behind her and moved to shut the door, but Ian stayed her arm.
“Ian?” She turned to look at him. He was frozen in place, his eyes watering, but whether in pain or something else, she wasn’t sure. She felt within to see if she could use their new connection to learn what was going on, but all she could sense was shock and wonder laced with agony. “Ian, let me shut the door.”
“No. It’s okay.”
“But it’s hurting you!”
He pulled her into his arms. “Only a little.” He kissed her cheek. “Only a little. My God!” He squeezed her tight and she felt the wetness of his tears roll over her skin as he held her close. “My love, you’ve given me the greatest gift anyone could ever give. After eight hundred years of darkness, you’ve given me the light.”
Chapter Seven
With some experimentation, they discovered that Jena’s blood gave Ian the ability to withstand some small amounts of sunshine, which was more than he’d ever been able to do before. He was like a child, wanting to see and do everything—testing his limits at every possible moment. Jena had to hold him back, often distracting him with sex as a way to keep him out of danger and safe in her bed. Where he belonged.
It was a good trade off. She knew he was aware of her ploy, but he humored her and pleasured them both in the process. It was a truly win-win situation.
The only difficult part for her was when they visited Kelly and Marc LaTour’s home the night after they’d first joined. Kelly was one of her best friends, of course, but Marc had always been a little frightening to her. He was the Master Vampire of the region and had held that position for quite a long time. The man was so imposing, the only time Jena saw his icy demeanor thaw at all was when Kelly was near.
When his new wife was nearby, it was clear how much he loved her and that made him somewhat more human, though he was still a little scary. Jena knew she was welcome in their home, but in truth, she hadn’t visited too many times since Kelly and Marc’s wedding. Kelly had been turned in a very violent way, but it was clear Marc loved her with every breath in his body.
When Ian and Jena stepped over the LaTour’s threshold that night, their hosts seemed to know right away that something was very different.
“Good Lord.” Marc’s calm voice cut through the tense silence as all four of them faced each other. “And then there were four.” Ian burst out laughing at Marc’s cryptic words while the women shared confused looks.
Ian settled his arm around her shoulders and pulled her in close to his side. “Jena is my One, but that isn’t the end of our news. We’ll require the private room to relay the rest.”
“That serious?” Marc’s aristocratic eyebrow rose. He’d been an English nobleman before being turned to vampirism and he still reverted to his old mannerisms every now and again.
Ian nodded grimly as the four of them moved off toward the back of the house. There was a set of stairs leading downward and Kelly took Jena’s hand for a quick squeeze as Marc led the way downward to a room Jena had never seen before. He flicked a bunch of switches and sealed the heavy door shut before speaking again.
“Okay. We’re secure. Now what’s so earth shattering that we had to come all the way down here?” Marc turned on them,
“Oh, I like that plan.” She pecked him on the cheek, then turned in his arms as he stepped back to allow her to open the bathroom door.
But she’d forgotten the window.
The bathroom window was wide open. And the sunlight was streaming in, dappling the sunny yellow shower curtain and sending shafts across the matching bath mat and towels in the towel rack. She heard a gasp from behind her and moved to shut the door, but Ian stayed her arm.
“Ian?” She turned to look at him. He was frozen in place, his eyes watering, but whether in pain or something else, she wasn’t sure. She felt within to see if she could use their new connection to learn what was going on, but all she could sense was shock and wonder laced with agony. “Ian, let me shut the door.”
“No. It’s okay.”
“But it’s hurting you!”
He pulled her into his arms. “Only a little.” He kissed her cheek. “Only a little. My God!” He squeezed her tight and she felt the wetness of his tears roll over her skin as he held her close. “My love, you’ve given me the greatest gift anyone could ever give. After eight hundred years of darkness, you’ve given me the light.”
Chapter Seven
With some experimentation, they discovered that Jena’s blood gave Ian the ability to withstand some small amounts of sunshine, which was more than he’d ever been able to do before. He was like a child, wanting to see and do everything—testing his limits at every possible moment. Jena had to hold him back, often distracting him with sex as a way to keep him out of danger and safe in her bed. Where he belonged.
It was a good trade off. She knew he was aware of her ploy, but he humored her and pleasured them both in the process. It was a truly win-win situation.
The only difficult part for her was when they visited Kelly and Marc LaTour’s home the night after they’d first joined. Kelly was one of her best friends, of course, but Marc had always been a little frightening to her. He was the Master Vampire of the region and had held that position for quite a long time. The man was so imposing, the only time Jena saw his icy demeanor thaw at all was when Kelly was near.
When his new wife was nearby, it was clear how much he loved her and that made him somewhat more human, though he was still a little scary. Jena knew she was welcome in their home, but in truth, she hadn’t visited too many times since Kelly and Marc’s wedding. Kelly had been turned in a very violent way, but it was clear Marc loved her with every breath in his body.
When Ian and Jena stepped over the LaTour’s threshold that night, their hosts seemed to know right away that something was very different.
“Good Lord.” Marc’s calm voice cut through the tense silence as all four of them faced each other. “And then there were four.” Ian burst out laughing at Marc’s cryptic words while the women shared confused looks.
Ian settled his arm around her shoulders and pulled her in close to his side. “Jena is my One, but that isn’t the end of our news. We’ll require the private room to relay the rest.”
“That serious?” Marc’s aristocratic eyebrow rose. He’d been an English nobleman before being turned to vampirism and he still reverted to his old mannerisms every now and again.
Ian nodded grimly as the four of them moved off toward the back of the house. There was a set of stairs leading downward and Kelly took Jena’s hand for a quick squeeze as Marc led the way downward to a room Jena had never seen before. He flicked a bunch of switches and sealed the heavy door shut before speaking again.
“Okay. We’re secure. Now what’s so earth shattering that we had to come all the way down here?” Marc turned on them,
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