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in moments.
    Taking my
hand, he pulled me over to the couch.
    My legs barely
touched the leather, and he leaned in to kiss me.
    I returned
with frantic kisses while his hands roamed down my back, his
fingers finding their way to rest along the spaces between my ribs,
his nails scraping against my shirt. Everywhere he touched shocks
of longing started on my skin and ran through my blood to my heart.
I swear I was going to explode.
    Groaning,
Michael gently, but firmly, pushed me away. I didn’t want to stop,
he tasted like I needed more of him. I leaned in to fill the space
between us. The fire’s reflection danced against his bare
shoulders.
    “ Rouge,” he whispered, “we need to talk. If you keep doing
this, we’re not going to get anywhere.”
    “ I really don’t have anything important to say.” If we talked,
something would change. Don’t know why I knew it, but I did. Couldn’t I just have this moment -- for like ten
minutes?
    “ Rouge.” The warning tone in his voice made me straighten and
watch him. He was right. We needed to talk.
    Michael stared
into the fire, resting his elbows on his knees and rubbing his
hands together. He sat quiet, both of us trying to catch our
breath.
    Finally, he
sighed. “What did Damon want?”
    I shrugged.
“He doesn’t like your family much.”
    Michael sat
rigid. “Tell me exactly what happened.”
    “ It was stupid. Total loser. He acted all worried about Simon.
Then he looked at me like I scared him.” I paused, waiting for Michael to
stop clenching and unclenching his hands. “The guy's psycho. I
thought he was going to steal the necklace.”
    Michael
inhaled and exhaled loudly, his nostrils flaring.
    Something about Damon’s comments gnawed at me. I tapped a
finger against the top of my knee, not sure if I should ask Michael
or just ignore Damon’s useless babble. Honesty or nothing. I took a deep
breath. “He said he knows what you are. What the heck’s he talking
about? Is Caleb part of some sort of mafia?”
    Michael
snickered then covered his mouth. “Sorry. That was rude of me.
Trying to picture Caleb eating spaghetti like some TV mafia-guy...”
He shook his head. “If you knew Caleb, you’d get it.” He moved, and
shifted me as well, so we sat facing each other. He took my hands
and rested them on his knees, laying his on top.
    More strange talk . Maybe there was
something wrong with the water here. I pulled a hand out of
Michael's and touched the pendant. “What is this
necklace?”
    Ignoring my
question, Michael stared at the window behind me. “Damon knows what
the pendant stands for. He knows who we are.” He removed his hands
from mine and began picking his perfectly clean fingernails.
    Why the sudden nervousness? “What?”
I’d get answers tonight, if I had to shake them out of him. “Whose
necklace is this?”
    “ Mine,” he whispered, not looking up.
    I slid the pendant along the chain. Not really a surprise, is it? “What’s inside?”
    “ Blood…my human blood.”
    Wha-? I didn’t expect that as a
reply. The pendant dropped with a clunk against my chest. “If it’s
you’re blood, why wouldn’t it be human?”
    Michael rubbed his face. “It’s complicated. Grace has one as
well. We all do. It’s called a Siorghra. ”
    “ Siar—a what?” Crazy alert -- again. Get out of the cabin and start running through the
forest. Nah, you know what happens in
horror movies. I ignored my own warning,
too curious about the necklace and what Michael might say. I held
my tongue, waiting for Michael to wrestle with whatever demons he
was fighting and explain what on earth he was talking
about.
    “ The Siorghra was created as a link. It’s Gaelic, a term for eternal love.
Sarah and Caleb wear each others. Once on, it can never come
off.”
    I reached for the pendant. I’d be
wearing this for the rest of my life? “What! Never?”
    “ I didn’t put it on you, so it can be taken off.” Michael
sighed. “I meant it won’t fall