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Dealan scowled, cursing under his breath as he strode toward the house. The female must be daft. Her ruckus could wake the dead, and that was the last thing he wanted to deal with at the moment. This living, breathing human was a sufficient problem without adding temperamental ghosts to the mix.
Near the back porch, his keen Fae hearing picked up the rattling of doors, the clicking of window locks, and the scraping of curtains tugged along metal rods. Room by room illumination ceased. Darkness wouldn’t protect her from his kind, however, should they wish her ill. He harrumphed. Which they didn’t.
At the foot of the deck stairs he paused, reminding himself why he’d agreed to watch over this skittish lass in the first place. His best friend Angus was a right pushy bastard, and sadly, Dealan had never been able to refuse his friend’s damn requests. Factor in kindhearted Eva O’Reilly, his chum’s mate and longtime friend of the flower fairies, and it was nigh impossible to deny either of them any little thing.
Or, one noisy, possibly unhinged, woman-sized being named Melanie Blackstone.
“She’s a funny one, isn’t she, Warrior?” Rosina’s airy voice chimed from behind him.
Giggling ensued when he merely grunted in reply, then the leader of the flower fairies appeared before him in a swirl of pink sparkles. “Let’s go inside to see what else she does.”
“I’ll enter,” he corrected her. “Alone.”
“Aw, you’re no fun,” Rosina pouted, crossing her slender arms and cocking a hip.
“And always much too serious,” Valeria and Poppy tittered in unison, fluttering past his head to join their leader. Their wings whirred, showering sparks over his form, their magic brightening the evening gloom with pulsating pink and orange light. The pleasing sight did little to improve his mood.
“She saw us, Warrior, did you see?” Poppy squeaked.
Valeria’s head bobbled quick. “And took our picture, too.” She struck a pose and preened.
“Aye, I noticed, Little Ones.” The human seemed to see him, too, right before she shrieked like a Banshee then fell on her arse inside the sunporch. Strange, since they were cloaked in their natural invisibility and usually needed to lower the mantle to reveal themselves to those who couldn’t See. And according to Eva, her friend didn’t possess the Sight. Although, Eva had mentioned her friend wrote fantastical stories, and creative minds were typically open minds, so—
Valeria and Poppy darted to the door.
“Stay out here,” he commanded, as they peered into the solarium.
“Ohhhh, she left pizza,” Valeria squealed. “Let’s cover it in sugar and eat it.”
“And put honey in the wine! Drink it down,” added Poppy.
Rosina laughed. “Good plan.”
Dealan grimaced at the notion. “Negative. You are to remain outside.”
“Boooooooo,” they sang in unison, all three glaring his way.
A shrill scream erupted from the house. Shite. Dealan summoned his sword out of habit and leaped forward, landing before the fairies and waving them away from the screened back door.
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“Think he’s
dead?” The whispered question quieted his internal whining.
Nice voice. Soft
and smooth, like velvet. Feminine. Clearly, he wasn’t alone.
“He sure looks
dead.” A second woman replied, louder and with a chuckle.
He suppressed a
scowl and kept his eyes closed. She thinks this is funny?
Bodies shifted
behind whatever his head had cracked into, edging closer to either side of him.
“There’s no
blood, though,” she of the velvet voice murmured. “Shouldn’t there be blood?
[…].”
Ah, their
business neighbor. She came to a halt near his head, her body heat and
peaches-and-honey scent saturating his senses. He should open his peepers and
say something, see if the female looked as good as she sounded and smelled.
Shit. Where had
that reaction come from? He had no room in his life for a woman, especially not
a mortal woman.
“Maybe we should
check for a pulse,” the one Peaches had called Maya suggested.
“I’m not
touching his body.”
Fast reply from
Peaches. Jesus, did he look so horrible? And double Jesus, why did her opinion
matter? He must have hit his head harder than he imagined.
“C’mon,
girlfriend. It’s a big, beautiful body. How can you not want to get your hands
on it?”
Listen to your
girlfriend, Peaches. No. Wait. Belay that order.
“Really, M?
One-track mind much?”
He tensed to
haul his ass upward, but a soft, gentle hand landed on his shoulder, feather
light, then slid down his bare arm, kicking up a riot of electric sensation
along his skin. He should move, but damn if he didn’t want to see what she
would do next. Or touch next.
Warm fingers
palpated his inner wrist, right over his madly beating pulse. Racing for her? A
human female he hadn’t even laid eyes on? Shit. […]
Eyes shooting
wide, he sat up.
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The car stopped.
[…] I couldn’t convince myself to step out. […] What if this was a freaking,
injection-induced hallucination? What if I was still back in the damn prison?
Besnik helped me
out. […]
The mansion’s
mammoth double doors eased open. The man illuminated in the doorway chased away
the numbness, pumped my heart so hard it might pound right out of my chest. He
opened his arms wide, calling me. My lips curled upward in the first true smile
I’d cracked since the last time he’d held me in his arms. That man, my man,
loved me more than any other on this whole damn planet.
“Alexander.”
I ran to him.
Alexander’s arms
closed around me, his hold so tight I could barely catch a breath. Tremors ran
through his hard body, again and again.
“Carina,” he
croaked, voice sandpaper rough. “Carina.”
Nuzzling his
neck, I planted fevered kisses along his tan, heated skin. He’d fed recently to
be this warm under my lips. Temptation had me licking his pounding pulse,
nipping at the vein. Couldn’t resist it. My fangs slid home.
Energy exploded
between us, our mate bond bursting to life and tearing away whatever magical
wall had separated us for far too long. My bite, the catalyst, his blood the
cure. Awash in the force of our reunion, Alexander staggered then clutched me
closer while I pulled out of his neck and laved the rapidly healing holes.
As our power
continued to bubble and stitch us back together, he whisked us into the grand
entryway, planted my ass on an ornate, antique cabinet, and devoured my mouth
like a starving man. His hands roamed everywhere, searching, cataloguing, as if
to reassure himself this wasn’t a hallucination, that I was really here, in his
arms, relatively unharmed.
The more he
kissed me, the more those wonderful, golden threads of our connection
resurrected inside me, around me, between us, and I felt like freaking Sleeping
Beauty awakened from her magical slumber by a kiss from her fated handsome
prince. The silly thought made me giggle against Alexander’s seeking mouth, and
then I was crying while my love cupped my face between his hands, wiped away my
tears with his thumbs, and pressed tender kisses to my forehead, my cheeks, the
tip of my nose…
“Alexander.” I
fisted his shirt tight. Please, God, let him be real. “I… I don’t want to wake
up.” Please, don’t let this end.
His smoky blue
eyes bored into mine, his brown hair spiked in every direction, a bit longer
than in my memory. It’s not a dream, baby. You’re here. You’re home.
Oh my God, I can
hear you. I swiped some willful bits of hair away from his forehead, touched
his full lips, ran my fingers along his strong jaw, taking in the whole
handsome, bad-boy package. You’re back in my head. I’d never been happier to
have someone inside my mind. Silence was seriously overrated.
And back in your
arms.
