gold. It looked beautiful on her wrist, so delicate, and yet she knew the bracelet was far more than that.
Unexpectedly, Garyâs hand came up under hers to pull it away so he could inspect it. âThereâs power in this. Where did you get it?â
Her stomach somersaulted. He sounded . . . dangerous. Not at all like her Gary. Gabrielle pressed her lips together. Gary sounded fully Carpathian, a male hunter refusing to be denied an answer. When she glanced up to look into his eyes, they were glittering down at her. Her heart jerked.
âYouâre scaring me, Gary,â she said. He really was, but she didnât know why. And she didnât know why the bracelet felt as if it was a threat to him, but it, too, had gone from beautiful to deadly, just as Gary had.
Gary didnât touch the bracelet and his gaze didnât leave her face. âItâs a weapon, Gabrielle. Where did you get this?â
âMy brother. For the something old. You know,â she persisted. âSomething old. Something new. Something borrowed and something blue. This is something old. My father gave it to Jubal to give to me when the time was right. Jubal told Joie the time was right.â
âOn our wedding night?â
âI donât understand whatâs wrong.â She didnât, and yet she did. Her bracelet had begun to hum. It was low, but it was there. She heard it. Gary heard it. She pulled her hand out of his and put her arm behind her back to quiet the bracelet. She didnât know how to take it off or she would have. She didnât want her beautiful bracelet to ruin this night for her.
âWhat is wrong is that bracelet is looking to slice me to pieces. Take it off.â
She bit her lip hard. âI canât, Gary. I donât know how.â
He drew in his breath, his eyes going electric green. He looked more ofa predator than sheâd seen in a wolf. She drew in her breath and willed the bracelet to behave and stop humming.
âYou put an object of power on without having any idea how to remove it or how to make it work or stop working?â
That was a blow. A huge blow. She could hear the sarcasm in his voice. He looked down at her as if she wasnât quite bright, when, in fact, she was brilliant. Okay. Maybe he had a point, it wasnât the smartest move, but it was her wedding night and a gift from her brother. And father. It was hers. It felt right on her wrist, and she knew it was hers. Just as the pendant was Joieâs and Jubal had his weapon from the mages.
âI shouldnât have,â she conceded. âBut it was a gift from Jubal, and I was caught up in the wedding traditions. When Joie gave it to me, I thought it was a bracelet, a piece of jewelry, not a weapon.â
She didnât want to take the bracelet off. She kept willing it to connect with her as Jubalâs weapon connected with him. She knew Jubal could control his weapon with his mind.
Gary studied Gabrielleâs face. She was beautiful. She had always been beautiful, but since being converted to a Carpathian, she was even more so. It was difficult to resist the look on her face. Her eyes, a true dove gray, stayed on his, held captive there. He wanted her with every breath in his body. He had since the moment heâd laid eyes on her. The Carpathian people had been facing extinction and he had worked day and night to help ease those problems, hoping to buy them enough time to actually find ways to solve them permanently.
Without children no species could continue, not even one with the longevity the Carpathians had. He had put aside his own emotions, wants and maybe even needs in order to help them. Then the prince had sent him on countless errands and given him so many tasks, both dangerous and not. When he wasnât learning to fight the enemy, protecting children during the day or researching, Mikhail and Gregori asked him to join their strategy meetings.
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