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him if he was standing in front of her. 
     
    Callie stirred the soup she was making on the stove and let it continue to simmer.  She had been cooking for days.  She cooked after work, on her days off and any time she was feeling confused.  That was was pretty much continuously, unless she was sleeping.  She had every tupperware container she owned full of food.  Her freezer was full, but her mind was still in turmoil.
     
    She could clean...but she had already done that too.  Her small one bedroom apartment was so immaculate that she didn't think she could find a speck of dust. 
     
    God...she was a mess. 
     
    She flopped onto her couch and picked up a novel she had been anxious to read before the scene with Rory.  Now she couldn't keep her mind focused on it. 
     
    It had been two weeks since the incident with Rory had happened at the barbecue.  The only person she had seen outside of work was Bri.  She had been over to talk to Callie a few times.  She still couldn't believe the fantastic stories Bri told her about the brothers and their origins. 
     
    Vampires?  Really?  Bri had been so matter-of-fact and she had hated to doubt her words.  They had been best friends since they were in grade school.  It all seemed too unbelievable.  She had seen Bri's marking and nearly caved in.  It was so similar to the one on her left buttock.  Callie was born with the marking as far as she knew.  She had gotten her name because of the mark that had covered her entire butt cheek when she was a baby. 
     
    Callista Marks.  She wasn't sure what fanciful person suggested that name, but it fit.  The marking was beautiful. 
     
    Could she really believe that she held Rory's soul?  That she had been the guardian of his soul since her birth. 
     
    The whole story was inconceivable and incredible.  Yet, it was not. 
     
    She didn't have any rationalization for what was happening.  The matching marks, the mind speak.  How could she explain it?
     
    Damn it.  She dealt in facts.  However, so much of what Brianna told her did make sense.  Bri explained her mysterious leukemia.  The doctors certainly couldn't explain Bri's quick turn around.  Callie wanted to believe Bri's version.  That would mean her best friend would never have to fear the disease returning. 
     
    Callie shuddered.  If the fantastic explanation was true it meant that Callie would suffer the same fate soon.  She was a year and a half younger than Bri, but it wouldn't be long. 
     
    She closed the book and put it on the side table next to the couch.  She couldn't read.  Her mind wouldn't focus.
     
    She laid on the couch.  Waiting.  The sun was setting and Rory would start talking soon.  He never gave up.  He spoke to her like she was there. He told her about his life, about the vampire culture.  Whatever was on his mind...he shared with her.  She never answered, but she heard him.  The only time he closed his mind was when he was doing his work with The Coalition.  He didn't want her tainted by the violence.
     
    Just the sound of his voice in her mind made her long for him.  She could feel his desire.  His longing.  She had already wanted him, but now she needed him with a yearning that almost tore her apart.
     
    Tears flowed down her cheeks.  She had never had anyone who saw her as special except for Bri.  She realized Rory always had.  She had thought because he hadn't felt physical desire for her that she was undesirable when the truth was that he just wasn't capable.  Every other action had showed her that he liked her.  Truly liked her as a person. 
     
    Could it be true that she was his mate?  That she belonged with him?  She almost believed it.  She wanted to believe it.
     
    Her mind wandered often to the night of the barbecue.  Her body heated and she moaned.  She couldn't think about that night without touching herself, imagining it was Rory mastering her body.  He had given her more pleasure without