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appeared distant, in a world of her own. He held out the glass.
Startled, her gaze shot up, followed by the little jolt her body gave at seeing him there. Did he frighten her? For a long moment her stare held him in place, those grey eyes wide, and shone with…tears? "Brianna," he murmured. " Dieu , you're trembling." Something wasn’t right.
The foot of the glass clinked as he set it on the coffee table. He sat beside her, wrapped her into his embrace, but her trembling increased.
"What's the matter?"
"I didn't expect this to be so hard...where are these feelings coming from?" She swept away the tear trailing down her cheek. "Why do I care so much about you?"
"Don’t be frightened by your fondness, ma douceur . I know they are intense, but I will explain." Her skin reminded him of the roses he would find as a child when he and his brother’s snuck out of Désuet late at night and wandered the open fields to collect flowers. They had made it a competition; whoever assembled the best bouquet for maman won. The petals of the pink roses had possessed a softness greater than silk, just like her skin. He lingered on the feel as he glided the back of his hand down her cheek.
Brianna shot him a quizzical look, brows furrowed. Poor thing must be so confused. For centuries his kind spoke of moitiés and destined partners. She was human and from a witch family. Witches were not able to recognise the soul-binding connection between themselves and their mates. This would be hard to explain, but she must understand what this meant for her, for them. "You are my moitié ."
"Your what?"
" Moitié . It means half; you are the other half of my soul. My mate...mine."
Her eyes grew round, mouth trembling open.
"I know this must be strange for you, but—"
"How do you know I’m your... moitié ?"
"The connection between us that night at the ball should’ve made me realise, but not until I bit you did I know. It was your blood."
Her wide gaze landed on the glass of wine, as though pondering what he said. Those glittering greys settled back on him. "But your kind drinks blood all the time," she insisted.
" Oui , blood is nourishing, plus vital for all vampires, but only the blood of a moitié would spread through my heart, giving me a strength I never deemed possible. A bodily reaction I’ve never experienced with anyone except you. You are mine, Brianna."
"This can't be true." The fierce whisper tore from her lips as she shook her head. He had no doubt the news would shock her, but to refuse him...that wasn't expected. Between vampires the connection was mutual and impossible for either partner to deny.
"I’m not lying, ma chérie ."
"But, you're a vampire..."
Tristan sighed. At last, he understood. Just like every other species, she was wary of vampires. "Brianna, I want to make you happy. Name whatever you want because I want it for you. I know we just met and this must all seem so rushed, but you mean the world to me. You're my mate."
Tears hovered at the edge of her eyes, threatening to spill. He did not miss the slight tremble of her body, or the pink hue spreading over her cheeks. Her wide gaze shot to the coffee table again. Why didn’t she meet his eyes? His jaw tightened. He must reassure her. "I assume you heard about the recent incident at the ball?”
Moments ago she shivered, now she sat as still as cement. Oh yes, she knew. He continued. “It’s created some controversy between the witches and vampires. I know you come from a family of witches, but I hope this doesn't cause strife for our relationship."
Her gaze snapped to him, eyes slanted and fuelled with...fury? She captured his face and brought him close. He must have mistaken the anger in her eyes, because she drew him down until their lips brushed. She kissed him long and hard, with purpose and intent.
Tristan shut his eyes to savour the brush of her lips and taste her sweet mouth. As he eased his lips open, wanting more, he froze. Acid or, at
Startled, her gaze shot up, followed by the little jolt her body gave at seeing him there. Did he frighten her? For a long moment her stare held him in place, those grey eyes wide, and shone with…tears? "Brianna," he murmured. " Dieu , you're trembling." Something wasn’t right.
The foot of the glass clinked as he set it on the coffee table. He sat beside her, wrapped her into his embrace, but her trembling increased.
"What's the matter?"
"I didn't expect this to be so hard...where are these feelings coming from?" She swept away the tear trailing down her cheek. "Why do I care so much about you?"
"Don’t be frightened by your fondness, ma douceur . I know they are intense, but I will explain." Her skin reminded him of the roses he would find as a child when he and his brother’s snuck out of Désuet late at night and wandered the open fields to collect flowers. They had made it a competition; whoever assembled the best bouquet for maman won. The petals of the pink roses had possessed a softness greater than silk, just like her skin. He lingered on the feel as he glided the back of his hand down her cheek.
Brianna shot him a quizzical look, brows furrowed. Poor thing must be so confused. For centuries his kind spoke of moitiés and destined partners. She was human and from a witch family. Witches were not able to recognise the soul-binding connection between themselves and their mates. This would be hard to explain, but she must understand what this meant for her, for them. "You are my moitié ."
"Your what?"
" Moitié . It means half; you are the other half of my soul. My mate...mine."
Her eyes grew round, mouth trembling open.
"I know this must be strange for you, but—"
"How do you know I’m your... moitié ?"
"The connection between us that night at the ball should’ve made me realise, but not until I bit you did I know. It was your blood."
Her wide gaze landed on the glass of wine, as though pondering what he said. Those glittering greys settled back on him. "But your kind drinks blood all the time," she insisted.
" Oui , blood is nourishing, plus vital for all vampires, but only the blood of a moitié would spread through my heart, giving me a strength I never deemed possible. A bodily reaction I’ve never experienced with anyone except you. You are mine, Brianna."
"This can't be true." The fierce whisper tore from her lips as she shook her head. He had no doubt the news would shock her, but to refuse him...that wasn't expected. Between vampires the connection was mutual and impossible for either partner to deny.
"I’m not lying, ma chérie ."
"But, you're a vampire..."
Tristan sighed. At last, he understood. Just like every other species, she was wary of vampires. "Brianna, I want to make you happy. Name whatever you want because I want it for you. I know we just met and this must all seem so rushed, but you mean the world to me. You're my mate."
Tears hovered at the edge of her eyes, threatening to spill. He did not miss the slight tremble of her body, or the pink hue spreading over her cheeks. Her wide gaze shot to the coffee table again. Why didn’t she meet his eyes? His jaw tightened. He must reassure her. "I assume you heard about the recent incident at the ball?”
Moments ago she shivered, now she sat as still as cement. Oh yes, she knew. He continued. “It’s created some controversy between the witches and vampires. I know you come from a family of witches, but I hope this doesn't cause strife for our relationship."
Her gaze snapped to him, eyes slanted and fuelled with...fury? She captured his face and brought him close. He must have mistaken the anger in her eyes, because she drew him down until their lips brushed. She kissed him long and hard, with purpose and intent.
Tristan shut his eyes to savour the brush of her lips and taste her sweet mouth. As he eased his lips open, wanting more, he froze. Acid or, at
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