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tongue
across her bottom lip fighting the urge to bite it. The plump swell
always tempted me. A soft little moan brought me back to my senses
and I felt her soul began to react to the draw she felt toward me.
Gently, I broke the kiss and put distance between the two of us
while we stood staring hungrily at each other and taking very fast
short breaths.
    “Sorry,” she whispered.
    Shaking my head, I smiled at her
innocent apology. Her soul knew it was mine. The fact that she was
so willing to surrender it was actually precious to me. Even though
it caused extreme frustration when I wanted to wrap her in my arms
and kiss her senseless for hours at a time. Until we found an
answer to her soul’s draw towards me, that wouldn’t be
happening.
    “Don’t apologize, Pagan,” I
replied, reaching out to take her hand and bring it to my lips.
“It’s time for you to go inside and get ready. I believe you
promised your mother you’d sit down for breakfast this
morning.”
    She nodded and squeezed my hand
before turning around and heading inside. As she reached the door
she glanced back at me. “I’ll see you soon.”
    “Always,” I replied.

 
     
     
     
     

Chapter Four
     
    The second she stepped
inside and closed the door I felt it. I closed my eyes and let my
senses take over. Slowly opening them I scanned the backyard until
my eyes landed on the source of Pagan’s dreams. I’d seen this
spirit before. The mocking cold gleam in his eyes stared back at
me, while he pulled out not one but two cigarettes that hung from
his mouth.
    “What do you want with Pagan?” I
demanded, holding it in place with my glare. The spirit lord might
be able to manipulate humans and their lives but it had no power
over me. I held all the keys. Without me the voodoo spirit lord of
the dead would be nothing. His powers came from those who believed
in him. It ended at my hands.
    “She belongs to me.” The arrogant
spirit kept his focus on me. I could see the caution in his black
eyes. He knew he was outranked.
    “No. She doesn’t.”
    The spirit lord moved backward. His
movement was more of a slither than a walk as he put distance
between us. The growl in my chest met my ears and I understood his
sudden need for space.
    “De gurl is marked as a
restitution. Her mama made de deal. She know de cos.”
    What? Unwilling to tear my eyes
from the spirit lord and check to see if Pagan was watching us from
her window, I negated the attempt at putting distance between us
and glowered coldly into the eyes of what could only be considered
a demon to humans. The worship and belief of those who practiced
Voodoo was the place he drew his only power. Without them, he
wouldn’t exist.
    “Pagan Moore is mine. Leave her
alone. You’ve never crossed me before but I can assure you that a
voodoo spirit lord is no match for me. You know this.”
    The rattle in the voodoo spirit
lord’s composure was evident. He backed up. “But de restitution mus
be made.”
    “NOT with Pagan it doesn’t.
Whatever deal you had with her mother is with her mother. Pagan had
nothing to do with this.”
    “You’d of never known her if I
hadn’t healed her. You’d of taken her soul whilt she lay curled up
dying as a child. It’s me who don lak to see chilren die. You don
care who you take. She’s alive because of me. She’s meant for me
purpose. I saved her for me son. He’s watched over her all dese
years.”
    Shaking with rage, I controlled my
need to cause destruction. If I attempted to annihilate a voodoo
spirit lord in Pagan’s backyard it would bring all of Hell with it.
This was to be a safe place for her. Not a place of
nightmares.
    “Leave her or deal with
me.”
    “De gurl wilt have to choose or ahm
taking my payment in udder forms. I got de right,” he
hissed.
    “Fine! Let her choose,” I
roared.
    Then he was gone and I stood
alone.
    What in the name of all the deities
had Pagan’s mother done?
     
     
     
    Pagan
     
    “So lover boy’s