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Authors: Nina Bangs
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forward to having a captive audience. The life of a bodyguard sucks lemons, doesn’t it?” Her soft laughter was an expression of real amusement.
No one had shared that kind of laughter with him for a long time. She’d never know what a rare treat it was. And because he could almost feel his hard edges turning to mush, he strode through the kitchen, determined to put some space between them.
Dacian was already halfway across the great hall andheaded for the stone steps that would take him back to her room when he remembered. He’d forgotten to lock the greenhouse door. He glanced behind him. He’d also forgotten to bring her with him. Even now she could be grabbing her plants to load into her truck. Damn.
When he got back to the greenhouse, he found her waiting for him, holding Vince all cozy in his pot.
“I decided to take him up to the room with me. He’ll be less nervous if I’m nearby.” She didn’t ask why he’d rushed off, and he didn’t offer an explanation.
Her narrowed gaze told him she was ready for his contemptuous comments. So he didn’t make any. “Great. Take him with you. Let’s get back to your room.” He thought about offering to carry the plant for her, but decided against it. The thought of one of her leafy charges in his undead clutches would horrify her too much.
He did compromise by taking one of the elevators in the hotel lobby up to her floor instead of climbing the stairs. She’d never know how much it cost him to stand in that small enclosed box. Whenever he camped out in a national park, he simply slept in a cave or the ground. No coffin for him. He could dig himself out of the earth. He’d never let himself be trapped again.
Once back in front of her door, she simply stared at him. He met her stare and held it. He’d protect her whether she wanted it or not.
“Give me some space, Dacian. I need to spend tonight alone in my room without you or Asima crowding me.”
He understood the need for alone time. And so he decided to compromise again. Damn, he hadn’t done this much compromising ever. He’d always been a my-way kind of guy. He nodded. “For tonight. I’ll hang around in the hall. I’ll know if someone gets into your room.”
She looked troubled. Evidently the thought of Airmid being able to simply materialize in her room bothered Cinn. It should. You didn’t mess with goddesses. He’d found they were a lot more dangerous than the gods because they held grudges longer.
“Thank you.”
Her relief that he wouldn’t be sleeping on her couch sort of ticked him off. Yeah, it was all about ego. Because even with his scars and his attitude, he’d never had problems attracting women when he wanted them.
As she closed her door behind her, Dacian once again felt the light brush against his mind that he could now identify as Vince. Only this time it wasn’t quite so tentative.
“ Got it. ”
The shock of hearing the voice stopped him dead. He reeled back his memory, trying to remember what he’d said to Vince. “ I don’t make polite with anyone dropping in uninvited. Got it? ” Holy shit. The plant could talk, or at least it was learning to talk. Maybe Cinn needed to think about what she was creating out in that greenhouse. For now, he’d keep his mouth shut about Vince. If the plant wanted to talk to her, it would. It wasn’t any of Dacian’s business.
No way could he settle down outside her door. He had too much suppressed energy, so he started to pace. He moved silently, but he wasn’t worried about other guests discovering him. They’d all be asleep.
Every time he passed Cinn’s door, he saw the room’s name, Wicked Intentions. By the time he’d passed it for the hundredth time, it had become his mantra. What he wanted to do with her had no goodness and light attached to it. He’d had plenty of time to let his imagination run amok, and what he had planned for the plant lady would scare her shitless.
He was working on the second hundred
No one had shared that kind of laughter with him for a long time. She’d never know what a rare treat it was. And because he could almost feel his hard edges turning to mush, he strode through the kitchen, determined to put some space between them.
Dacian was already halfway across the great hall andheaded for the stone steps that would take him back to her room when he remembered. He’d forgotten to lock the greenhouse door. He glanced behind him. He’d also forgotten to bring her with him. Even now she could be grabbing her plants to load into her truck. Damn.
When he got back to the greenhouse, he found her waiting for him, holding Vince all cozy in his pot.
“I decided to take him up to the room with me. He’ll be less nervous if I’m nearby.” She didn’t ask why he’d rushed off, and he didn’t offer an explanation.
Her narrowed gaze told him she was ready for his contemptuous comments. So he didn’t make any. “Great. Take him with you. Let’s get back to your room.” He thought about offering to carry the plant for her, but decided against it. The thought of one of her leafy charges in his undead clutches would horrify her too much.
He did compromise by taking one of the elevators in the hotel lobby up to her floor instead of climbing the stairs. She’d never know how much it cost him to stand in that small enclosed box. Whenever he camped out in a national park, he simply slept in a cave or the ground. No coffin for him. He could dig himself out of the earth. He’d never let himself be trapped again.
Once back in front of her door, she simply stared at him. He met her stare and held it. He’d protect her whether she wanted it or not.
“Give me some space, Dacian. I need to spend tonight alone in my room without you or Asima crowding me.”
He understood the need for alone time. And so he decided to compromise again. Damn, he hadn’t done this much compromising ever. He’d always been a my-way kind of guy. He nodded. “For tonight. I’ll hang around in the hall. I’ll know if someone gets into your room.”
She looked troubled. Evidently the thought of Airmid being able to simply materialize in her room bothered Cinn. It should. You didn’t mess with goddesses. He’d found they were a lot more dangerous than the gods because they held grudges longer.
“Thank you.”
Her relief that he wouldn’t be sleeping on her couch sort of ticked him off. Yeah, it was all about ego. Because even with his scars and his attitude, he’d never had problems attracting women when he wanted them.
As she closed her door behind her, Dacian once again felt the light brush against his mind that he could now identify as Vince. Only this time it wasn’t quite so tentative.
“ Got it. ”
The shock of hearing the voice stopped him dead. He reeled back his memory, trying to remember what he’d said to Vince. “ I don’t make polite with anyone dropping in uninvited. Got it? ” Holy shit. The plant could talk, or at least it was learning to talk. Maybe Cinn needed to think about what she was creating out in that greenhouse. For now, he’d keep his mouth shut about Vince. If the plant wanted to talk to her, it would. It wasn’t any of Dacian’s business.
No way could he settle down outside her door. He had too much suppressed energy, so he started to pace. He moved silently, but he wasn’t worried about other guests discovering him. They’d all be asleep.
Every time he passed Cinn’s door, he saw the room’s name, Wicked Intentions. By the time he’d passed it for the hundredth time, it had become his mantra. What he wanted to do with her had no goodness and light attached to it. He’d had plenty of time to let his imagination run amok, and what he had planned for the plant lady would scare her shitless.
He was working on the second hundred
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