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Lee Ross always knew she was not entirely human. But when the man who has plagued her dreams her entire life appears in the flesh, can she give up everything she knows to follow him to another realm?
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Her safe, secure world may be lost to her, forever. Selfishly, Kalen hoped it was. He hoped she couldn’t ever go back because even if by some miracle, they could send the Warlords screaming into hell, he didn’t want her to leave. Ever. If that happened, he wanted her to accept it willingly. To come to him because she had the same need for him that he had for her, not just because she wanted some sex and comfort, of the skin to skin variety.
But he did have to touch her. Instead of pulling her to him, he went to her, stepping behind her. Kalen rested a hand on the nape of her neck, felt the tension mounted there. He dug his fingers into the tight muscles and almost immediately, Lee moaned and dropped her head forward. He brought up his other hand, massaging until the tension slowly eased from her neck and shoulders. “I saw you come in last night,” he murmured.
“I bet I looked like something the cat dragged in.”
His mouth quirked. He didn’t quite understand the words, but he grasped the sentiment easy enough. “Today won’t be so bad.”
“Yeah, but what about tomorrow?”
He smiled at the grouchy, surly tone and wished he could say something that would make her smile. “It will get a little easier, with Eira, at least.” The rest of it, though? Her problems were only beginning.
“At least?” Lee asked warily. She wanted to look at him and try to decipher the meaning of those words, but that would involve pulling away from his hands. Those heavenly, wonderfully strong hands—no way in hell was she pulling away. At least not willingly.
When he didn’t answer, she just shut her eyes. “What have I gotten myself into?” she mumbled.
Kalen didn’t answer her. He did that a lot and even though it irritated her, on some level, she was relieved. He didn’t try to offer false comfort or promises. Things were bad around here. When things were bad, people tended to say all sorts of meaningless things, just to make a person feel better. But Lee wasn’t much into falsehoods, even those that were well-meant.
He slid his hands down her shoulders, massaging her upper arms, then back up. One hand cupped over the back of her neck, lingering there for a minute. Then he stepped away. Lee shivered a little at the loss of his warmth and then she focused on the mostly full cup she still held in one hand. It wasn’t quite like coffee—sweeter, darker and it had the same kick that espresso would have. . She licked her lips and looked up to see him watching her.
For just the briefest second, there was a look in his eyes. A hungry, greedy look that made her heart skip a beat, a look that turned her muscles into putty. Then it was gone.
Good thing, too, because if he looked at her like that for too long, Lee wasn’t sure what she’d do. And she had enough problems right now, thank you very much. She sure as hell didn’t need to get tied into emotional knots over the fallen angel with the silver eyes.
