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get
her attention.
Annabel whirled on
him, a rare fiery glint in her eyes. “Why does it matter to you, Nicholas? ‘Tis
my necklace, my trust! Why does my behaviour to others concern you so? You are
my protector, naught more.”
“There is more to
it than that,” he growled, silently rebuking himself for his candid tongue.
Her eyes lit with
hope and her anger died at his words. Hesitantly, she stepped towards him, her
body seeming to unfold towards him.
It dawned on
Nicholas that his anger had little to do with the village folk and everything
to do with himself. He followed the tempting line of her cheek, to the soft
curve of her lips and he knew that this was it.
The moment she
broke him.
His wrath, he
realised, had stemmed from her trust of him. Each little trusting act forced
its way under his skin until she was thoroughly engrained into his each and
every thought, and it terrified him.
Closing
the gap between them, Annabel angled her face towards him and he found himself
struggling to breathe. Her glimmering hair whispered in the night air and his
fingers twitched at the thought of running them through it. Involuntarily, they
reached out and brushed an errant lock from her face. Though brief, the
fleeting feel of her skin beneath his fingertips shocked him. It scorched his
fingertips, sending waves of heat pulsating through his body.
Annabel felt just as
surprised and her mouth fell open at the sensations that rocked through her.
The strength of her attraction to him stunned her. While she had been aware of
something developing between them, these emotions that assaulted her now were
far beyond a simple appreciation of his fine form.
An unsteady hand
dropped from her hair to her parted lips and Annabel couldn’t restrain the gasp
that left her mouth as his thumb swept over her bottom lip. She recognised the
longing in Nicholas’ gaze and she closed her eyes, willing him to step forwards
and kiss her.
She could hear the
heavy rasp of his inhalations and her own unsteady ones, and even though she
knew they were not far from the revellers, all other sounds were muted, as if
they were cocooned in a world of their own. His breath brushed across her lips
and she went completely rigid, just waiting.
Suddenly, a heavy
hand came upon her shoulder and he shoved her back, sending her sprawling,
falling to the forest floor with a crunch of leaves. Annabel looked at him with
wide eyes and he cursed.
“Go from here,” he
ground out.
Annabel remained
sprawled on the leaves, staring at him in confusion. His eyes glittered black
and it was as if some wild beast had suddenly been unleashed.
“What?” she asked
quietly.
“Go!” he shouted.
“Run from me.”
Scrabbling to her
feet, she went to take a step towards him but she froze as he drew out his
sword.
“But why?” her
voice wavered.
Swinging his sword
around in a wild arc, she cowered back as his face resembled that of a
ferocious warrior.
“I am dangerous,”
he snarled. “Go! Now!”
Annabel blinked at
him and tried to pull on her courage, but it seemed to desert her. Who was this
man?
Wondering if she
could calm him, she spoke soothingly. “You are not dangerous. You have already
saved my life once. I do not believe you would harm me.” She brought her chin
up.
“Then you are a
fool.” He took a large step towards her and pointed the sword at her with a
shaking hand. “Run from me, now!”
With a gulp she
looked back into his eyes, still believing she could reach the man underneath
the sudden anger, but as he took another aggressive step forwards, her
certainty fled her and she turned with a cry. It was as if he had taken the
form of a savage beast, the man that she thought she knew now naught but a
memory. As she hastened away, a feral roar sounded and she jumped, increasing
her speed, fear and confusion surging through her body.
Chapter 5
As he roared, Nicholas brought
down his sword, slamming it into the soft earth and leaving it
her attention.
Annabel whirled on
him, a rare fiery glint in her eyes. “Why does it matter to you, Nicholas? ‘Tis
my necklace, my trust! Why does my behaviour to others concern you so? You are
my protector, naught more.”
“There is more to
it than that,” he growled, silently rebuking himself for his candid tongue.
Her eyes lit with
hope and her anger died at his words. Hesitantly, she stepped towards him, her
body seeming to unfold towards him.
It dawned on
Nicholas that his anger had little to do with the village folk and everything
to do with himself. He followed the tempting line of her cheek, to the soft
curve of her lips and he knew that this was it.
The moment she
broke him.
His wrath, he
realised, had stemmed from her trust of him. Each little trusting act forced
its way under his skin until she was thoroughly engrained into his each and
every thought, and it terrified him.
Closing
the gap between them, Annabel angled her face towards him and he found himself
struggling to breathe. Her glimmering hair whispered in the night air and his
fingers twitched at the thought of running them through it. Involuntarily, they
reached out and brushed an errant lock from her face. Though brief, the
fleeting feel of her skin beneath his fingertips shocked him. It scorched his
fingertips, sending waves of heat pulsating through his body.
Annabel felt just as
surprised and her mouth fell open at the sensations that rocked through her.
The strength of her attraction to him stunned her. While she had been aware of
something developing between them, these emotions that assaulted her now were
far beyond a simple appreciation of his fine form.
An unsteady hand
dropped from her hair to her parted lips and Annabel couldn’t restrain the gasp
that left her mouth as his thumb swept over her bottom lip. She recognised the
longing in Nicholas’ gaze and she closed her eyes, willing him to step forwards
and kiss her.
She could hear the
heavy rasp of his inhalations and her own unsteady ones, and even though she
knew they were not far from the revellers, all other sounds were muted, as if
they were cocooned in a world of their own. His breath brushed across her lips
and she went completely rigid, just waiting.
Suddenly, a heavy
hand came upon her shoulder and he shoved her back, sending her sprawling,
falling to the forest floor with a crunch of leaves. Annabel looked at him with
wide eyes and he cursed.
“Go from here,” he
ground out.
Annabel remained
sprawled on the leaves, staring at him in confusion. His eyes glittered black
and it was as if some wild beast had suddenly been unleashed.
“What?” she asked
quietly.
“Go!” he shouted.
“Run from me.”
Scrabbling to her
feet, she went to take a step towards him but she froze as he drew out his
sword.
“But why?” her
voice wavered.
Swinging his sword
around in a wild arc, she cowered back as his face resembled that of a
ferocious warrior.
“I am dangerous,”
he snarled. “Go! Now!”
Annabel blinked at
him and tried to pull on her courage, but it seemed to desert her. Who was this
man?
Wondering if she
could calm him, she spoke soothingly. “You are not dangerous. You have already
saved my life once. I do not believe you would harm me.” She brought her chin
up.
“Then you are a
fool.” He took a large step towards her and pointed the sword at her with a
shaking hand. “Run from me, now!”
With a gulp she
looked back into his eyes, still believing she could reach the man underneath
the sudden anger, but as he took another aggressive step forwards, her
certainty fled her and she turned with a cry. It was as if he had taken the
form of a savage beast, the man that she thought she knew now naught but a
memory. As she hastened away, a feral roar sounded and she jumped, increasing
her speed, fear and confusion surging through her body.
Chapter 5
As he roared, Nicholas brought
down his sword, slamming it into the soft earth and leaving it
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