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and shoulder. She couldn’t understand how, but, thank goodness, he was healed. She wanted to climb into his lap and shower him with kisses.
    Charged waves radiated from him and lapped at her core. Hunger for him pulsed through the energy surging in her body. Her gaze drifted over his flawless torso. Drinking in every sexy inch of him, she spotted something on his chest, a mark below his heart on his ribcage.
    It couldn’t be.
    Shock lashed her mind as she shook her head.
    Her birthmark was emblazoned on his body.
    She recoiled, her thoughts muddling. Cyrus leaned toward her and grasped her hand. He placed her palm on his chest over the blemish, identical to her birthmark.
    Her fingers traced the raised pattern on his flesh, the same way she had on the back of her neck many times. So odd to see and touch the mark she’d lived with her entire life on his body, as if it belonged.
    Unable to wrap her mind around the inconceivable, she continued to shake her head. “I don’t understand how this is possible.”
    Instinct coaxed her to hold on to him, but she let her hand fall from his chest and scooted away. A twinge sliced through her chest and she hesitated.
    Cyrus pressed a button and a glass partition rolled up, separating them from the driver’s compartment, and the roof turned opaque with a soft glow.  
    He closed the space between their faces, caressed her cheek and brought her mouth close to his. The delicious fragrance of his breath, mint and citrus, drew her in even closer. “You and I are joined by fate. We’re Kindred.”

Chapter Six
    Cyrus caressed Serenity’s cheek, as he groped for the right words to explain what he’d known all his life.
    She pushed his hand from her face. “Kindred?” Her eyes flared. “What are you talking about? How is it possible for us to have the same birthmark?”
    All of his plans, even the way he wanted to explain everything, had disintegrated to ashes. “The bond we share goes beyond the constraints of time, space…the shell of our bodies.”
    He stroked her jaw down to her neck. Lush heat stirred his flesh. “Our souls are one.”
    “Please, say something that makes sense. Those men told me…you aren’t human.”
    “ We aren’t human. We’re Kindred.”
    “You’re definitely not like everyone else, but if you expect me to believe that you’re…”
    Her head shook, curly chocolate wisps of hair accentuating the loveliness of her face. He slipped off the band restraining her hair in a ponytail. The wildness of her tresses quickened his pulse. He twined a lock around his finger, petal-soft.
    “That I’m…” Her lips, rose-colored and full, moved but no sound came from her mouth.
    “You and I are kabashem , two halves of one soul.” He lifted her fingers to the mark on his chest. “We’re meant for each other.”
    “What? Soul mates?” she scoffed, skimming the birthmark.
    “Not in the distorted way you think of today. Our affinity is far more complex.” He struggled to clarify. The feel of her fingertips gliding across his chest brought him peace of mind, even though he could practically taste her fear and confusion. They were together. The rest would fall into place. “We’re one soul, split into two different bodies. Our kind—”
    “Our kind?” She pulled away, brushing his hand from her hair, and pressed against the car door. “I asked you to tell me something that made sense.”
    Coldness seeped into his skin down to his blood, penetrating bone. He needed her touch and the warmth of her body.
    He gripped her hands, determined not to let her go. Heat cascaded through his flesh, sparking his arousal. He needed to taste her. To have her open for him so he could bury himself deep inside.
    Desire whipped at his mind, urging his body to action. He strained to focus on her questions to help her understand.
    “You’ve suffered from violent outbursts or depression since you hit puberty,” he said, not knowing exactly how severe things must have