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him. “That’s an odd thing for a vampire to say, isn’t it, since you’re not really alive in the normal sense of the word?”
He frowned. “Are you still troubled by the state of my existence? Is that why you will not accept your role as my mate and take your place in my world?”
Here we go again. Shit. He heard that.
“Yes. That thought was clearly broadcast in your mind. I do not wish to upset you with these discussions, but we must resolve this issue.”
“Why?” I sat up. “Why must we resolve this issue? Why is it even an issue? What aren’t you telling me?
Are you keeping something from me?”
He effortlessly moved his body, shifting to sit in front of me. “No. It is not a matter of that. The truth is that I am still attempting to understand your importance to me. The urge to bond with you is great, but the explanations elude me.”
“Bond with me? What the hell does that mean? You haven’t mentioned that before.”
“No, you are correct. I have not expressed it in those exact words, but I have spoken of our deep connection and our destiny.”
“Wait.” I wagged my finger at him. “Are you talking about the portrait of me? You claim that you painted eight centuries ago? That’s what you’re basing all this on?”
Okay. I know he had a psychic vision of me eight hundred years ago and he painted a portrait where I wore the blue, silky blouse I’ve owned less than a year, but I’m making a point here …
“My claim?” His frown deepened and he raised his chin. “As if I am not telling the truth?” He glared at me, his eyes darkening. “The painting is part of it. I have since gone back in time to explore the lifetime you and I shared prior to that …”
“What?” I felt my eyebrows shoot up my forehead. “Are you talking about reincarnation? You’ve got to be kidding. There’s no actual proof of any such thing …”
“Yes.” Anger warmed his voice as he interrupted me. “Just as there is no actual proof for the existence of vampires, yet anecdotal evidence has apparently been enough to convince you of that reality.” He Page 30
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grabbed my hand and pressed it against his chest. “I am proof that there are more things than your science can understand.”
He had me there, but I wasn’t interested in being logical. He’d had eight hundred years to accept all the weird information he’d thrust upon me during the past five months. My brain hadn’t processed what I’d already discovered, and there he was, adding more straws to the camel’s back. The camel was getting pissed.
Inhaling a long, slow breath to calm myself, I withdrew my hand from his chest. Sometimes my therapy training really came in handy. Stirring up his legendary anger probably wasn’t a good thing. Since he’d never directed it at me, I didn’t have any firsthand knowledge about how messy his temper could get, but I was determined to hold my ground.
“Okay.” I locked eyes with him and kept my voice dispassionate. “I’ll concede the possibility of reincarnation, and anything else you’ve got tucked away in your supernatural bag of tricks, but you’ve got to stop pushing me. You’re trying to force me to accept a role that I’ve had no part in creating and one that is my decision to make. I understand that you’ve been around forever, and you’re used to calling the shots, but I’m not one of your minions. I’m not a handmaiden to the master. I know things were different when you were human, but in my world, a woman isn’t property. I’m a professional. I’m my own person and I intend to remain so. Is that something you can, er, live with?”
“It was truly never my intention to bully you in any way.” His eyes softened, and he sighed. “Nothing is more important to me than being with you.” He slid his finger across my cheek, removing a stray hair.
“You are absolutely correct that I am used to
He frowned. “Are you still troubled by the state of my existence? Is that why you will not accept your role as my mate and take your place in my world?”
Here we go again. Shit. He heard that.
“Yes. That thought was clearly broadcast in your mind. I do not wish to upset you with these discussions, but we must resolve this issue.”
“Why?” I sat up. “Why must we resolve this issue? Why is it even an issue? What aren’t you telling me?
Are you keeping something from me?”
He effortlessly moved his body, shifting to sit in front of me. “No. It is not a matter of that. The truth is that I am still attempting to understand your importance to me. The urge to bond with you is great, but the explanations elude me.”
“Bond with me? What the hell does that mean? You haven’t mentioned that before.”
“No, you are correct. I have not expressed it in those exact words, but I have spoken of our deep connection and our destiny.”
“Wait.” I wagged my finger at him. “Are you talking about the portrait of me? You claim that you painted eight centuries ago? That’s what you’re basing all this on?”
Okay. I know he had a psychic vision of me eight hundred years ago and he painted a portrait where I wore the blue, silky blouse I’ve owned less than a year, but I’m making a point here …
“My claim?” His frown deepened and he raised his chin. “As if I am not telling the truth?” He glared at me, his eyes darkening. “The painting is part of it. I have since gone back in time to explore the lifetime you and I shared prior to that …”
“What?” I felt my eyebrows shoot up my forehead. “Are you talking about reincarnation? You’ve got to be kidding. There’s no actual proof of any such thing …”
“Yes.” Anger warmed his voice as he interrupted me. “Just as there is no actual proof for the existence of vampires, yet anecdotal evidence has apparently been enough to convince you of that reality.” He Page 30
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grabbed my hand and pressed it against his chest. “I am proof that there are more things than your science can understand.”
He had me there, but I wasn’t interested in being logical. He’d had eight hundred years to accept all the weird information he’d thrust upon me during the past five months. My brain hadn’t processed what I’d already discovered, and there he was, adding more straws to the camel’s back. The camel was getting pissed.
Inhaling a long, slow breath to calm myself, I withdrew my hand from his chest. Sometimes my therapy training really came in handy. Stirring up his legendary anger probably wasn’t a good thing. Since he’d never directed it at me, I didn’t have any firsthand knowledge about how messy his temper could get, but I was determined to hold my ground.
“Okay.” I locked eyes with him and kept my voice dispassionate. “I’ll concede the possibility of reincarnation, and anything else you’ve got tucked away in your supernatural bag of tricks, but you’ve got to stop pushing me. You’re trying to force me to accept a role that I’ve had no part in creating and one that is my decision to make. I understand that you’ve been around forever, and you’re used to calling the shots, but I’m not one of your minions. I’m not a handmaiden to the master. I know things were different when you were human, but in my world, a woman isn’t property. I’m a professional. I’m my own person and I intend to remain so. Is that something you can, er, live with?”
“It was truly never my intention to bully you in any way.” His eyes softened, and he sighed. “Nothing is more important to me than being with you.” He slid his finger across my cheek, removing a stray hair.
“You are absolutely correct that I am used to
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