out of here. See you around.” She’d only taken a few steps when his voice stopped her.
“Wait. You can’t go. You have to understand what you’re dealing with.”
She looked back at him. “A couple of asshole practical jokers.”
His lips tightened, and he took a step toward her. “No.”
She took a step back. “Yes.”
Another step. “Touch me.”
“What?” She shook her head. “No. No way.”
He came closer. “Prove it. Once and for all. Touch me.”
She shivered, meaning to back away, but found herself unable to move. When he stood a few feet from her, that same cool electricity filled the space between them.
He slowly closed the distance, coming within inches of her body. So close, she could see nothing except the black material of his T-shirt stretched over his pectoral muscles.
“Touch me,” he whispered.
“I—I can’t—I don’t want to—” But she did want to. Blood pounded through her ears and it seemed to be saying, do it, do it. Touch him...feel him...
She started to lift her hand, then stopped, shaking her head. “I can’t.”
“Okay.” He moved again, closer to her, until there was no way he could get any closer without...
She gasped as his body made contact with hers, but didn’t actually make contact. A surge of electricity, a cool shiver combined with an odd heat, then he became a part of her…stirred inside her…
Her breasts tingled as fire licked over her skin, spreading downward. She had an urge to thrust her hips against him, to satisfy the twitch between her thighs. She moaned, savoring the delicious feel, the impression that his body was a part of hers... in hers. The yearning built, aching and trembling through her. Yes. There. Stay there and let me feel you...just let me...
The sensation abruptly fled. He was gone. A small cry escaped her.
“Here.”
She whirled to find him standing behind her. For the love of God. He’d just literally walked through her. Shame heated her cheeks. She’d almost had an orgasm because of some wacked out supernatural bullshit that should have frightened the living hell out of her. Now that the disturbing, sexual contact was broken, she was frightened. What the hell was going on?
“Now do you believe me?”
Tears filled her eyes, and she lifted a hand to her mouth. She shook her head, even as her words acknowledged the facts. “It’s true. You’re really a...a reaper? This is actually happening?”
He nodded slowly, sympathy showing in his eyes. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want you to find out. Never wanted you to be able to see us. Now that it’s done, we have to deal with it.”
“Deal with it? How do I deal with something like this? What’s going to happen now? What am I supposed to do?”
He pursed his lips. “You have to be very careful. Now that Gaylen can communicate with you, he’ll use you however he can. He’ll get close to you, find your weaknesses. He’ll take more souls simply by the connection you’ve opened with him.”
“Take more souls?” she scoffed. “You take souls, too. You took Ms. Chapman, didn’t you? You were there, in her room. Then she was gone.”
“Yes, I took her.”
“So, why are you so much safer than he is?”
Silence followed the question, broken only by the sound of a train wailing in the distance. A gust of wind blew a strand of hair over her mouth, and she brushed it away.
Finally, he spoke. “I only take souls when it’s their time. Gaylen is bent on destruction, on evil. He wants to take as many as he can, before their time. Violently and painfully, with no regard to the natural order of things. He’s a monster.”
She opened her mouth to respond, but halted when the expression on Dimitri’s face changed. He looked over her shoulder, his mouth tightening, his eyes turning a dark sapphire.
A voice behind her spoke. “You’re not painting a very flattering picture of me.”
She whirled. The blond...Gaylen...stood there, looking...well, radiant. His
“Wait. You can’t go. You have to understand what you’re dealing with.”
She looked back at him. “A couple of asshole practical jokers.”
His lips tightened, and he took a step toward her. “No.”
She took a step back. “Yes.”
Another step. “Touch me.”
“What?” She shook her head. “No. No way.”
He came closer. “Prove it. Once and for all. Touch me.”
She shivered, meaning to back away, but found herself unable to move. When he stood a few feet from her, that same cool electricity filled the space between them.
He slowly closed the distance, coming within inches of her body. So close, she could see nothing except the black material of his T-shirt stretched over his pectoral muscles.
“Touch me,” he whispered.
“I—I can’t—I don’t want to—” But she did want to. Blood pounded through her ears and it seemed to be saying, do it, do it. Touch him...feel him...
She started to lift her hand, then stopped, shaking her head. “I can’t.”
“Okay.” He moved again, closer to her, until there was no way he could get any closer without...
She gasped as his body made contact with hers, but didn’t actually make contact. A surge of electricity, a cool shiver combined with an odd heat, then he became a part of her…stirred inside her…
Her breasts tingled as fire licked over her skin, spreading downward. She had an urge to thrust her hips against him, to satisfy the twitch between her thighs. She moaned, savoring the delicious feel, the impression that his body was a part of hers... in hers. The yearning built, aching and trembling through her. Yes. There. Stay there and let me feel you...just let me...
The sensation abruptly fled. He was gone. A small cry escaped her.
“Here.”
She whirled to find him standing behind her. For the love of God. He’d just literally walked through her. Shame heated her cheeks. She’d almost had an orgasm because of some wacked out supernatural bullshit that should have frightened the living hell out of her. Now that the disturbing, sexual contact was broken, she was frightened. What the hell was going on?
“Now do you believe me?”
Tears filled her eyes, and she lifted a hand to her mouth. She shook her head, even as her words acknowledged the facts. “It’s true. You’re really a...a reaper? This is actually happening?”
He nodded slowly, sympathy showing in his eyes. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want you to find out. Never wanted you to be able to see us. Now that it’s done, we have to deal with it.”
“Deal with it? How do I deal with something like this? What’s going to happen now? What am I supposed to do?”
He pursed his lips. “You have to be very careful. Now that Gaylen can communicate with you, he’ll use you however he can. He’ll get close to you, find your weaknesses. He’ll take more souls simply by the connection you’ve opened with him.”
“Take more souls?” she scoffed. “You take souls, too. You took Ms. Chapman, didn’t you? You were there, in her room. Then she was gone.”
“Yes, I took her.”
“So, why are you so much safer than he is?”
Silence followed the question, broken only by the sound of a train wailing in the distance. A gust of wind blew a strand of hair over her mouth, and she brushed it away.
Finally, he spoke. “I only take souls when it’s their time. Gaylen is bent on destruction, on evil. He wants to take as many as he can, before their time. Violently and painfully, with no regard to the natural order of things. He’s a monster.”
She opened her mouth to respond, but halted when the expression on Dimitri’s face changed. He looked over her shoulder, his mouth tightening, his eyes turning a dark sapphire.
A voice behind her spoke. “You’re not painting a very flattering picture of me.”
She whirled. The blond...Gaylen...stood there, looking...well, radiant. His
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