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hovered on the verge of regaining
consciousness, Markus shifted back to his human form. Dressing quickly and
quietly, he sat down on the far corner at the foot of the bed and waited for her
to wake up.
She stirred, stretching her limbs and rubbing the sleep from
her eyes. He watched her stiffen as she realized where she was. “Bastard could
have said goodbye!”
He chuffed out a laugh. “You mean me?”
Startled, she sat up, turning to face him. “You’re still
here—and here is my place.”
He nodded, taking in her sleep-tousled appearance. She looked
good, warm, perfect for tucking up next to on a cold night. Or a hot night. Or
any night, for that matter. “I thought you’d feel better getting back to your
own space. Since you haven’t had a chance to rebuild your wards, I decided to
watch over you until you woke up.”
“I appreciate that.” She smoothed a hand over her hair. “How
long was I down for?”
“Roughly three hours. How do you feel?”
“Like I need the bathroom.” She gave him a sidelong glance.
“Will you still be here when I come out?”
“Yeah.”
While waiting for her to reemerge, he perused her room again.
It was the exact opposite of his: Light and airy; the colors of sun, sand and
sea. Warm and modern, just like the woman who lived here.
He ran his hand across the spot Tia had occupied. Something had
tugged at him as he’d tucked her into her own bed and climbed in beside her, and
he was pretty sure it wasn’t the remnants of her wards. Snuggling up next to her
even in jackal form had been...soothing. He’d felt relaxed, at ease, and not
because his men were stationed outside. Waking next to her, breathing in her
scent and her life essence, had filled him with a peace he hadn’t felt in
centuries.
“Now I feel ordinary.” She reentered the room, spreading her
hands. “It was so amazing, feeling Isis so close, so loving. I could even feel
Anubis, through you. Now I’m back to plain old ordinary me.”
He stared at her, his gaze lingering on her lovely curves.
“You’ll never be ordinary, Tia.”
Sadness rimmed her smile. “That’s the problem, isn’t it? I’m a
Daughter of Isis.” A sigh lifted her shoulders. “You brought me back home just
as stealthily as you took me. Guess that tells me all I need to know. Our truce
is over and I’m back to being the enemy.”
Regret settled like a lead weight in his gut. “Tia.” He bit
back the words he wanted to say but couldn’t. “You’re not our enemy, Tia. You
healed Rashon and Alonso. Both are doing fine and my clan has joy again. The
Sons of Anubis owe you a great debt.”
“You don’t owe me anything, Markus,” she said softly. “Despite
how we started, I’m glad I was able to help. Discovering something about my
history and my power in the process was pure bonus.”
Her gaze pierced him. “So what happens next?”
“I programmed my number into your phone. Call me when there’s
word from the Daughters or if you have a need.”
“I have a need now.”
“Oh, yeah. You expended a lot of magic yesterday. Of course you
need to replenish.”
She walked over to stand in front of him. “No. This isn’t about
replenishing my magic.”
Something in her tone made him pause. “What is it about then,
Tia?”
“It’s about you and me.” She met his gaze for a long moment
before looking away. “I need you.”
The soft words cut through him, sounding an echo. He’d done his
duty for thousands of years, growing and protecting his clan. Relaxing his
vigilance, being selfish, for even a moment, could have deadly consequences.
Here now, with this woman, with this Isis witch, he wanted to be selfish. He
wanted something for himself.
He wanted her.
Something inside him, something buried deep, stirred,
struggling to claw itself to the surface. Whatever it was, he would not set it
free. Not now. Not ever. He had a duty to his clan that superseded all else.
She stepped forward, cupped his cheek.
consciousness, Markus shifted back to his human form. Dressing quickly and
quietly, he sat down on the far corner at the foot of the bed and waited for her
to wake up.
She stirred, stretching her limbs and rubbing the sleep from
her eyes. He watched her stiffen as she realized where she was. “Bastard could
have said goodbye!”
He chuffed out a laugh. “You mean me?”
Startled, she sat up, turning to face him. “You’re still
here—and here is my place.”
He nodded, taking in her sleep-tousled appearance. She looked
good, warm, perfect for tucking up next to on a cold night. Or a hot night. Or
any night, for that matter. “I thought you’d feel better getting back to your
own space. Since you haven’t had a chance to rebuild your wards, I decided to
watch over you until you woke up.”
“I appreciate that.” She smoothed a hand over her hair. “How
long was I down for?”
“Roughly three hours. How do you feel?”
“Like I need the bathroom.” She gave him a sidelong glance.
“Will you still be here when I come out?”
“Yeah.”
While waiting for her to reemerge, he perused her room again.
It was the exact opposite of his: Light and airy; the colors of sun, sand and
sea. Warm and modern, just like the woman who lived here.
He ran his hand across the spot Tia had occupied. Something had
tugged at him as he’d tucked her into her own bed and climbed in beside her, and
he was pretty sure it wasn’t the remnants of her wards. Snuggling up next to her
even in jackal form had been...soothing. He’d felt relaxed, at ease, and not
because his men were stationed outside. Waking next to her, breathing in her
scent and her life essence, had filled him with a peace he hadn’t felt in
centuries.
“Now I feel ordinary.” She reentered the room, spreading her
hands. “It was so amazing, feeling Isis so close, so loving. I could even feel
Anubis, through you. Now I’m back to plain old ordinary me.”
He stared at her, his gaze lingering on her lovely curves.
“You’ll never be ordinary, Tia.”
Sadness rimmed her smile. “That’s the problem, isn’t it? I’m a
Daughter of Isis.” A sigh lifted her shoulders. “You brought me back home just
as stealthily as you took me. Guess that tells me all I need to know. Our truce
is over and I’m back to being the enemy.”
Regret settled like a lead weight in his gut. “Tia.” He bit
back the words he wanted to say but couldn’t. “You’re not our enemy, Tia. You
healed Rashon and Alonso. Both are doing fine and my clan has joy again. The
Sons of Anubis owe you a great debt.”
“You don’t owe me anything, Markus,” she said softly. “Despite
how we started, I’m glad I was able to help. Discovering something about my
history and my power in the process was pure bonus.”
Her gaze pierced him. “So what happens next?”
“I programmed my number into your phone. Call me when there’s
word from the Daughters or if you have a need.”
“I have a need now.”
“Oh, yeah. You expended a lot of magic yesterday. Of course you
need to replenish.”
She walked over to stand in front of him. “No. This isn’t about
replenishing my magic.”
Something in her tone made him pause. “What is it about then,
Tia?”
“It’s about you and me.” She met his gaze for a long moment
before looking away. “I need you.”
The soft words cut through him, sounding an echo. He’d done his
duty for thousands of years, growing and protecting his clan. Relaxing his
vigilance, being selfish, for even a moment, could have deadly consequences.
Here now, with this woman, with this Isis witch, he wanted to be selfish. He
wanted something for himself.
He wanted her.
Something inside him, something buried deep, stirred,
struggling to claw itself to the surface. Whatever it was, he would not set it
free. Not now. Not ever. He had a duty to his clan that superseded all else.
She stepped forward, cupped his cheek.
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