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again, right now, but wouldn't wake her so soon.
He thought making love to her again would show her that she needed him, but all it had done was show him he couldn't live without her. He was going to have to face the truth, that if she decided against returning with him, he would have to choose whether to stay with her or return to certain death.
His family and kingdom, or his mate?
The mark on his arm, that even now glowed nearly blue, dictated that his life was in the hands of his mate. He couldn't ignore that. He was bound to his mate through each lifetime. To forsake her now would have dire consequences, but so would forsaking his family and Drahcir.
His thoughts took him to his family. He missed his family, his brothers and all their fighting, his mother and her calming effect on the family, and his father and his incredible way of knowing just what to do.
How he wished he could talk to them, to share his troubles and hear their advice. Yet he knew that was impossible. His father warned him that he might have a difficult decision to make. Lucian had been fool enough to never consider that possibility.
It was a lesson well learned, but had it come too late?
Chapter Six
It was time.
Isabelle could no longer wait to give Lucian an answer. He deserved at least that from her. But even now as he brushed Elad, she still didn't know what her decision would be. She had hoped that after a full day of getting to know Lucian better she would be able to make her decision, but all it had done was confuse her even more.
There was no doubt she couldn't get enough of his body and the pleasure he gave her, but was it enough to give up her life and travel with him to a kingdom made up with the same magic that put the mark on her arm?
She stood back a moment and watched as Lucian used steady, smooth movements to brush his mount. It was obvious the time he spent with her had taken a toll on him. He hid it well, but there was no denying he was meant to be in his kingdom. He didn't belong with her, but could she let him go?
She knew the moment he realized she was there. Their eyes met over Elad's back. His black eyes were warm, welcoming. There was a small smile pulling up the corners of his sexy mouth. Her fingers longed to delve into his black locks and pull his head down for a kiss.
But the time for pleasure was over. He’d been honest with her. She could do no less for him.
“I promised you a decision,” she said, her tongue thick in her mouth. How she longed to return to the night before and their exquisite lovemaking with the decision hours away.
Lucian set down the brush and walked around the horse. “You did.”
Hope – and doubt – filled his beautiful black eyes, making her heart clench. He was a warrior, a prince. He was strong, confident, and amazing. She had put that worry in his gaze. She’s the one who had put the lines of strain that bracketed his mouth.
He had done so much for her. What had she done for him? She might have welcomed his touch, but she hadn’t believed his story, had pushed him away when he spoke of magic. And still he remained by her side.
That's when she realized she needed to stop asking herself what she could do and ask what she couldn't do.
Could she allow Lucian and his kingdom to die? Could she allow him to walk out of her life with the knowledge that she would never see him again? Could she live without him?
The answer was a resounding nay.
A huge weight lifted off her shoulders as she acknowledged her answer. What a fool she’d been. Yes, he asked the impossible, but in return she would be his. She wanted to dance around and shout her answer to the world.
Instead, she smiled, her heart trembling with elation and happiness. “Will you take me with you?”
His lips parted as he simply stared at her. Lucian took a step toward her. “Really?” he asked, his voice breathless, as
He thought making love to her again would show her that she needed him, but all it had done was show him he couldn't live without her. He was going to have to face the truth, that if she decided against returning with him, he would have to choose whether to stay with her or return to certain death.
His family and kingdom, or his mate?
The mark on his arm, that even now glowed nearly blue, dictated that his life was in the hands of his mate. He couldn't ignore that. He was bound to his mate through each lifetime. To forsake her now would have dire consequences, but so would forsaking his family and Drahcir.
His thoughts took him to his family. He missed his family, his brothers and all their fighting, his mother and her calming effect on the family, and his father and his incredible way of knowing just what to do.
How he wished he could talk to them, to share his troubles and hear their advice. Yet he knew that was impossible. His father warned him that he might have a difficult decision to make. Lucian had been fool enough to never consider that possibility.
It was a lesson well learned, but had it come too late?
Chapter Six
It was time.
Isabelle could no longer wait to give Lucian an answer. He deserved at least that from her. But even now as he brushed Elad, she still didn't know what her decision would be. She had hoped that after a full day of getting to know Lucian better she would be able to make her decision, but all it had done was confuse her even more.
There was no doubt she couldn't get enough of his body and the pleasure he gave her, but was it enough to give up her life and travel with him to a kingdom made up with the same magic that put the mark on her arm?
She stood back a moment and watched as Lucian used steady, smooth movements to brush his mount. It was obvious the time he spent with her had taken a toll on him. He hid it well, but there was no denying he was meant to be in his kingdom. He didn't belong with her, but could she let him go?
She knew the moment he realized she was there. Their eyes met over Elad's back. His black eyes were warm, welcoming. There was a small smile pulling up the corners of his sexy mouth. Her fingers longed to delve into his black locks and pull his head down for a kiss.
But the time for pleasure was over. He’d been honest with her. She could do no less for him.
“I promised you a decision,” she said, her tongue thick in her mouth. How she longed to return to the night before and their exquisite lovemaking with the decision hours away.
Lucian set down the brush and walked around the horse. “You did.”
Hope – and doubt – filled his beautiful black eyes, making her heart clench. He was a warrior, a prince. He was strong, confident, and amazing. She had put that worry in his gaze. She’s the one who had put the lines of strain that bracketed his mouth.
He had done so much for her. What had she done for him? She might have welcomed his touch, but she hadn’t believed his story, had pushed him away when he spoke of magic. And still he remained by her side.
That's when she realized she needed to stop asking herself what she could do and ask what she couldn't do.
Could she allow Lucian and his kingdom to die? Could she allow him to walk out of her life with the knowledge that she would never see him again? Could she live without him?
The answer was a resounding nay.
A huge weight lifted off her shoulders as she acknowledged her answer. What a fool she’d been. Yes, he asked the impossible, but in return she would be his. She wanted to dance around and shout her answer to the world.
Instead, she smiled, her heart trembling with elation and happiness. “Will you take me with you?”
His lips parted as he simply stared at her. Lucian took a step toward her. “Really?” he asked, his voice breathless, as
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