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there is more to it than that.”
I don’t want her pity. “Not really.”
She watches me closely as the thick seconds tick by
before I change the topic. “So you live with your uncle, then?”
She looks down at her ivory fingers. “No. I used to,
but then I began a relationship with someone he vehemently
disapproved of and basically forbid me to have anything to do with.
About a year ago I moved here to live with that person. We’ve since
broken up. Turns out my uncle was right about him. Now I live
alone, here in the city, until I figure out how to repair things
with my family back in Charleston.”
“Please tell me your ex isn’t the slick fucker with
the chick hair from Sub-Zero?”
“The exact one.”
I slam my beer down on the wood. “Dammit, woman, you
need your head examined. That guy looked like a dealer. Who knows
what low-down shit he’s into! He’s like you, a vampire?”
Her eyes narrow in fury. “Yes, and I’d watch your
mouth, cowboy. Running it like that could get you into
trouble.”
I lean forward and speak low and slow, “Let me be
crystal clear, darlin’. I’ve never said nothin’ that I don’t mean.
Period.”
She stands in a blur of motion. She’s so impossibly
fast it catches me off guard, causing me to jerk backward.
Seething, she stares down, grinding out, “Neither do I. This
conversation is over. Goodbye, Colton. Good luck with your
house.”
“Wait!” I jump up, unwilling to let her pull her
disappearing act on me again.
“What is it?”
“I only meant that you’re too fine a woman to ever be
with some lowlife like that dick, er, I mean guy. That’s all. Can’t
fault a man for statin’ the God’s honest truth, can ya?”
“Just watch your step. I make my own rules and I
don’t care to be second-guessed.”
“Sensitive, wildcat?”
“I guess you could say that. At least about personal
issues.”
Time for a change of subject. I want to explore the
attraction between us.
I tag her left hip and gently pull her against me. “I
bet you’re sensitive in many places that I want to learn
about.”
“What? W-we … this … can’t happen. Let me
go.”
“Nope. Want you too damn bad to do that. What are you
afraid of?”
“Injuring you beyond repair.”
I burst out laughing, finding her statement
ridiculous. “That’s not possible, sweetheart. Now, where were we?”
I lean down to try and press my lips against the ones that I’ve
been dreaming about since the night I first laid eyes on her. They
nearly connect when she pushes hard against my chest, making me
stagger back two steps. Her eyes are huge and look both haunted and
frightened.
“No, this can’t happen,” she insists. “I … I
don’t trust myself.”
Doesn’t trust herself? What the hell? She can’t
possibly think she could harm me, does she?
Without another word she bolts for the door, flying
down the shadowed steps at an unimaginable speed as I struggle to
keep up.
“Wait! Cosette! Don’t go!”
By the time I stumble out onto my front porch, she’s
long gone. I hear only the distant growl of her engine as it echoes
through the stillness of the night.
Knowing that she can’t possibly hear me, I whisper
what I was trying to say before she fled, “Whatever it is, Cosette,
whatever you’re afraid of, I’m gonna fix it. You’re going to be
mine, whatever the cost.”
Now I just have to figure out how to find her
again
Frustration rolls through me like a wave. Annoyed, I
slam my hand against the porch post and growl in frustration,
“Shit!”
Chapter
Seven
Midnight,
November 18, 1782
Seville,
Spain
“ W atch how confidently
Ambrose stalks his prey, Cosette. See how he takes his time, how he
patiently waits for just the right moment to approach her?”
Severin and I watch him from the rooftop overlooking
the western façade of the Palacio de Lebrija. He’s standing
motionless in the inky shadows as she approaches from the right.
The silken fringe of her
I don’t want her pity. “Not really.”
She watches me closely as the thick seconds tick by
before I change the topic. “So you live with your uncle, then?”
She looks down at her ivory fingers. “No. I used to,
but then I began a relationship with someone he vehemently
disapproved of and basically forbid me to have anything to do with.
About a year ago I moved here to live with that person. We’ve since
broken up. Turns out my uncle was right about him. Now I live
alone, here in the city, until I figure out how to repair things
with my family back in Charleston.”
“Please tell me your ex isn’t the slick fucker with
the chick hair from Sub-Zero?”
“The exact one.”
I slam my beer down on the wood. “Dammit, woman, you
need your head examined. That guy looked like a dealer. Who knows
what low-down shit he’s into! He’s like you, a vampire?”
Her eyes narrow in fury. “Yes, and I’d watch your
mouth, cowboy. Running it like that could get you into
trouble.”
I lean forward and speak low and slow, “Let me be
crystal clear, darlin’. I’ve never said nothin’ that I don’t mean.
Period.”
She stands in a blur of motion. She’s so impossibly
fast it catches me off guard, causing me to jerk backward.
Seething, she stares down, grinding out, “Neither do I. This
conversation is over. Goodbye, Colton. Good luck with your
house.”
“Wait!” I jump up, unwilling to let her pull her
disappearing act on me again.
“What is it?”
“I only meant that you’re too fine a woman to ever be
with some lowlife like that dick, er, I mean guy. That’s all. Can’t
fault a man for statin’ the God’s honest truth, can ya?”
“Just watch your step. I make my own rules and I
don’t care to be second-guessed.”
“Sensitive, wildcat?”
“I guess you could say that. At least about personal
issues.”
Time for a change of subject. I want to explore the
attraction between us.
I tag her left hip and gently pull her against me. “I
bet you’re sensitive in many places that I want to learn
about.”
“What? W-we … this … can’t happen. Let me
go.”
“Nope. Want you too damn bad to do that. What are you
afraid of?”
“Injuring you beyond repair.”
I burst out laughing, finding her statement
ridiculous. “That’s not possible, sweetheart. Now, where were we?”
I lean down to try and press my lips against the ones that I’ve
been dreaming about since the night I first laid eyes on her. They
nearly connect when she pushes hard against my chest, making me
stagger back two steps. Her eyes are huge and look both haunted and
frightened.
“No, this can’t happen,” she insists. “I … I
don’t trust myself.”
Doesn’t trust herself? What the hell? She can’t
possibly think she could harm me, does she?
Without another word she bolts for the door, flying
down the shadowed steps at an unimaginable speed as I struggle to
keep up.
“Wait! Cosette! Don’t go!”
By the time I stumble out onto my front porch, she’s
long gone. I hear only the distant growl of her engine as it echoes
through the stillness of the night.
Knowing that she can’t possibly hear me, I whisper
what I was trying to say before she fled, “Whatever it is, Cosette,
whatever you’re afraid of, I’m gonna fix it. You’re going to be
mine, whatever the cost.”
Now I just have to figure out how to find her
again
Frustration rolls through me like a wave. Annoyed, I
slam my hand against the porch post and growl in frustration,
“Shit!”
Chapter
Seven
Midnight,
November 18, 1782
Seville,
Spain
“ W atch how confidently
Ambrose stalks his prey, Cosette. See how he takes his time, how he
patiently waits for just the right moment to approach her?”
Severin and I watch him from the rooftop overlooking
the western façade of the Palacio de Lebrija. He’s standing
motionless in the inky shadows as she approaches from the right.
The silken fringe of her
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