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plane they were on was folding in on her.
I can do this. She chanted to herself. “We should have Flashed to Australia. This mode of transport is too slow.” She could Flash out now if she wanted to, but with Marcus sitting across from her. And the mere fact this was the first real conversation they had shared she was loath to end it even if she thought she might pass out from the sexual awareness pricking at her insides.
“Why have I never met you?” he asked again this time quietly.
“Gah.” She threw her hands in the air in agitation. She needed to get away from him before she did something stupid. Before she blurted out she was an abomination too that she knew how he felt. That they were meant for each other. That she loved him. That she would give her right arm if he would just notice her, see her as a woman, and not a Reaper/Demon hybrid. Instead she bolted out of the chair and made to move past him but he grabbed her hand.
Celeste looked down where his hand held hers and barely controlled the whimper of pleasure his touch caused.
“It is a simple question, Celeste,” he prodded.
“No it isn’t,” she bit back and pulled her hand from his. She stomped to the back of the plane and through the door Marcus had pointed out earlier. A small bed was set up bolted to the wall, but it the last thing she wanted to do was lay down on a bed. Not with Marcus feet away.
Tears stung the backs of her eyes and she kicked the bed. Which left her foot hurting. Celeste leaned against the door and slide to the floor. She was furious at her reaction to Marcus, she knew it was going to be hard but as she stared at her hand his touch still burning her skin. She wondered if being forced to work with Marcus might be more difficult than actually killing Calliope.
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Marcus watched her walk away and slam the door, he couldn’t trust her but he also felt drawn to her.
For the first six hours of the flight he had sat in the same room she was in now going through ever single memory he had of the Infernos but nothing came to him. He had never been introduced to her. But something in him told him he knew who she was. He pushed a hand through his hair trying to figure out what he was going to do with her. Working with someone he could not trust didn’t sit well with him.
He leaned his head back and closed his eyes, trying to pull a picture of Jessica up in his mind’s eye. He started with her blond hair and then her blue eyes, her pert nose that would wrinkle when she laughed or was thinking really hard.
With the image in his mind he let himself drift to happier times. Jessica in the small house they had, her kneading bread. She would turned to him as he had entered her smile feeling the dark hole that had been consuming him since he had fallen.
As he moved toward her though something changed, her features hardened and her clear sky blue eyes narrowed filling with hate. The look took his breath away.
“You are unworthy,” she stormed.
And then the figure changed shrinking down. Violet eyes stared at him rimmed in red, accusing fire stared back at him. “What is it you seek Fallen?”
Marcus shot up from his chair stumbling into the ail he gasped for air and glared at the door that separated him from Celeste. “Who are you?” he asked knowing the answer wasn’t going to be as easily had.
Chapter 4
“Why are we checking into the hotel first?” This didn’t make any sense to her. They should have gone straight from the airport to the Touched. Checking into a room was a waste of time and she had said as much to Marcus.
“Because, you cannot just go out and grab the Touched, Celeste.” She was shocked at the hostility in his voice.
“Have I done something to irritate you?”
Marcus finished at the front desk and turned to her. He looked her up and down. She looked down at her red leather pants and vest she was wearing. She took the key card and stuffed it into her breast pocket. Marcus shook his head. “We
I can do this. She chanted to herself. “We should have Flashed to Australia. This mode of transport is too slow.” She could Flash out now if she wanted to, but with Marcus sitting across from her. And the mere fact this was the first real conversation they had shared she was loath to end it even if she thought she might pass out from the sexual awareness pricking at her insides.
“Why have I never met you?” he asked again this time quietly.
“Gah.” She threw her hands in the air in agitation. She needed to get away from him before she did something stupid. Before she blurted out she was an abomination too that she knew how he felt. That they were meant for each other. That she loved him. That she would give her right arm if he would just notice her, see her as a woman, and not a Reaper/Demon hybrid. Instead she bolted out of the chair and made to move past him but he grabbed her hand.
Celeste looked down where his hand held hers and barely controlled the whimper of pleasure his touch caused.
“It is a simple question, Celeste,” he prodded.
“No it isn’t,” she bit back and pulled her hand from his. She stomped to the back of the plane and through the door Marcus had pointed out earlier. A small bed was set up bolted to the wall, but it the last thing she wanted to do was lay down on a bed. Not with Marcus feet away.
Tears stung the backs of her eyes and she kicked the bed. Which left her foot hurting. Celeste leaned against the door and slide to the floor. She was furious at her reaction to Marcus, she knew it was going to be hard but as she stared at her hand his touch still burning her skin. She wondered if being forced to work with Marcus might be more difficult than actually killing Calliope.
****
Marcus watched her walk away and slam the door, he couldn’t trust her but he also felt drawn to her.
For the first six hours of the flight he had sat in the same room she was in now going through ever single memory he had of the Infernos but nothing came to him. He had never been introduced to her. But something in him told him he knew who she was. He pushed a hand through his hair trying to figure out what he was going to do with her. Working with someone he could not trust didn’t sit well with him.
He leaned his head back and closed his eyes, trying to pull a picture of Jessica up in his mind’s eye. He started with her blond hair and then her blue eyes, her pert nose that would wrinkle when she laughed or was thinking really hard.
With the image in his mind he let himself drift to happier times. Jessica in the small house they had, her kneading bread. She would turned to him as he had entered her smile feeling the dark hole that had been consuming him since he had fallen.
As he moved toward her though something changed, her features hardened and her clear sky blue eyes narrowed filling with hate. The look took his breath away.
“You are unworthy,” she stormed.
And then the figure changed shrinking down. Violet eyes stared at him rimmed in red, accusing fire stared back at him. “What is it you seek Fallen?”
Marcus shot up from his chair stumbling into the ail he gasped for air and glared at the door that separated him from Celeste. “Who are you?” he asked knowing the answer wasn’t going to be as easily had.
Chapter 4
“Why are we checking into the hotel first?” This didn’t make any sense to her. They should have gone straight from the airport to the Touched. Checking into a room was a waste of time and she had said as much to Marcus.
“Because, you cannot just go out and grab the Touched, Celeste.” She was shocked at the hostility in his voice.
“Have I done something to irritate you?”
Marcus finished at the front desk and turned to her. He looked her up and down. She looked down at her red leather pants and vest she was wearing. She took the key card and stuffed it into her breast pocket. Marcus shook his head. “We
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