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her least substantial item of night clothing. She’d worn it for a reason she hated to admit, though she didn’t know why exactly. Yet here he came.
Finding her waiting here on her balcony at the hush of the hour, her yard in shadow, should give Darkwyn the impression that she, and the universe, welcomed him.
A swirl of leaves waved him closer, the ripe scents of apples, pears, and pumpkins, as the earth prepared for a winter sleep, welcomed him.
On this amazing night, she’d try a bit of magick, utilizing the witchcraft she’d been trying to learn from her friend Vickie Cartwright and Vickie’s triplet sisters to help protect herself and Zachary.
In her room, she lit a candle to raise a flame, and set it on the floor of the balcony. She sprinkled salt around herself, protection, as she hoped to open to a man she knew nothing about, though Vivica approved him. Even now, Mother Nature brought him on a current of sea air and a swirl of winged maple seeds.
“Earth, air, water, fire,
Pure of heart, make him aspire.
Match his needs to my desire.
One in flesh, two go higher.
Bless this man ringed in fire,
Sent by fate as head vampire.
Crazed in doubt, I am mired,
Ease my mind as I require.
This I will, so mote it be.
And it harm none.
Bring him to me.”
Fizzle and hiss ! Her spell tossed bullets of bright light that popped at Darkwyn’s feet. She just didn’t have a witch’s talent. But at least her magick hadn’t turned him away. If anything, he closed his fists and proceeded more determined.
He skirted the bright blighted fireworks and kept coming, despite her half-baked spell. She could only hope that he ached for her as much as she did for him.
The steady crackle of crisp leaves beneath his feet told her that the closer he got, the faster he walked.
No more doubt then. She would attempt to trust the universe, trust requiring a superhuman effort on her part. Then again, she awaited someone that seemed rather superhuman himself.
Yes, she was going to do this.
Goddess bless them both, somehow his heart matched hers, both of them pulsing in the air around them, thumping a sexual beat.
He set his bags down and began climbing up the building, toward her balcony, taking the direct route, as if a door and stairs would be too much in his way.
But oh, if she had known how vulnerable the Phoenix was to being climbed, she would have locked her balcony door from day one. So why did she believe that with Darkwyn around, she would never have to lock them again? Why did she believe he’d stay, Goddess help her, when few people ever did?
Empathetic instinct, she had it in spades, when she had it, unlike the magick that failed her time and again. Then she heard that dratted bird squawk somewhere nearby.
“Woman,” it proclaimed. “An animal usually living in the vicinity of Man and having a rudimentary susceptibility to domestication. A species . . . lithe and graceful in her movements . . . can be taught not to talk.” Squawk.
“Shut it, Puck,” Darkwyn grumbled. “I’d like to teach you not to talk.”
“Don’t touch her, dragon. She’ll drink your blood!”
“Fly away, bird. I’ll eat her for breakfast,” Darkwyn said, eyeing her, his words having to do with promise not threat.
Gazing on him, she knew she was lost. Or found. Saved, perhaps, however improbable, her psychic instincts right on the mark, in this case. No second guessing needed.
With him outside the railing, lit by the moon, she examined his five o’clock shadow, the violet of his eyes, his yearning literally stroking her in the most intimate places. “I had a nightmare,” she admitted.
“So did I,” he whispered, and with forethought and purpose, he took her hand in his.
His confidence, rare for her, probably stemmed from being so big. As for her letting him take her hand, chalk one up to extraordinary circumstances, and chemistry.
He jumped the railing. “I dreamed the Phoenix looked like a church.” He
Finding her waiting here on her balcony at the hush of the hour, her yard in shadow, should give Darkwyn the impression that she, and the universe, welcomed him.
A swirl of leaves waved him closer, the ripe scents of apples, pears, and pumpkins, as the earth prepared for a winter sleep, welcomed him.
On this amazing night, she’d try a bit of magick, utilizing the witchcraft she’d been trying to learn from her friend Vickie Cartwright and Vickie’s triplet sisters to help protect herself and Zachary.
In her room, she lit a candle to raise a flame, and set it on the floor of the balcony. She sprinkled salt around herself, protection, as she hoped to open to a man she knew nothing about, though Vivica approved him. Even now, Mother Nature brought him on a current of sea air and a swirl of winged maple seeds.
“Earth, air, water, fire,
Pure of heart, make him aspire.
Match his needs to my desire.
One in flesh, two go higher.
Bless this man ringed in fire,
Sent by fate as head vampire.
Crazed in doubt, I am mired,
Ease my mind as I require.
This I will, so mote it be.
And it harm none.
Bring him to me.”
Fizzle and hiss ! Her spell tossed bullets of bright light that popped at Darkwyn’s feet. She just didn’t have a witch’s talent. But at least her magick hadn’t turned him away. If anything, he closed his fists and proceeded more determined.
He skirted the bright blighted fireworks and kept coming, despite her half-baked spell. She could only hope that he ached for her as much as she did for him.
The steady crackle of crisp leaves beneath his feet told her that the closer he got, the faster he walked.
No more doubt then. She would attempt to trust the universe, trust requiring a superhuman effort on her part. Then again, she awaited someone that seemed rather superhuman himself.
Yes, she was going to do this.
Goddess bless them both, somehow his heart matched hers, both of them pulsing in the air around them, thumping a sexual beat.
He set his bags down and began climbing up the building, toward her balcony, taking the direct route, as if a door and stairs would be too much in his way.
But oh, if she had known how vulnerable the Phoenix was to being climbed, she would have locked her balcony door from day one. So why did she believe that with Darkwyn around, she would never have to lock them again? Why did she believe he’d stay, Goddess help her, when few people ever did?
Empathetic instinct, she had it in spades, when she had it, unlike the magick that failed her time and again. Then she heard that dratted bird squawk somewhere nearby.
“Woman,” it proclaimed. “An animal usually living in the vicinity of Man and having a rudimentary susceptibility to domestication. A species . . . lithe and graceful in her movements . . . can be taught not to talk.” Squawk.
“Shut it, Puck,” Darkwyn grumbled. “I’d like to teach you not to talk.”
“Don’t touch her, dragon. She’ll drink your blood!”
“Fly away, bird. I’ll eat her for breakfast,” Darkwyn said, eyeing her, his words having to do with promise not threat.
Gazing on him, she knew she was lost. Or found. Saved, perhaps, however improbable, her psychic instincts right on the mark, in this case. No second guessing needed.
With him outside the railing, lit by the moon, she examined his five o’clock shadow, the violet of his eyes, his yearning literally stroking her in the most intimate places. “I had a nightmare,” she admitted.
“So did I,” he whispered, and with forethought and purpose, he took her hand in his.
His confidence, rare for her, probably stemmed from being so big. As for her letting him take her hand, chalk one up to extraordinary circumstances, and chemistry.
He jumped the railing. “I dreamed the Phoenix looked like a church.” He
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