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alone, but it was foremost in her mind.
    His brow heated and dampened from magical effort, so he took a breath and released his concentration.
    Cera’s beautiful gray eyes were still locked onto his.
    Jorrin ran two fingers from her temple to her cheek, allowing himself to forget their conversation and give in to his desire to kiss her.
    Leaning down, he brushed her lips with his.
    The touch was sweet and left him wanting more.
    Cradling her head, he pulled her closer and covered her mouth. Cera’s lips moved tentatively against his, so he pushed harder, making her open for him and deepening the kiss.
    Her sweet essence washed over him as their tongues dueled and she returned his kiss fully, fervently. His magic tingled, her mind was open to him, but he concentrated on the kiss instead of invading her thoughts.
    Blessed Spirit, she tastes good.
    Desire flooded Jorrin, his manhood stirred.
    More.
    He kissed her harder, swallowing a half moan as Cera put her hands on his shoulders.
    Jorrin tried to tug her against his chest, but she broke away, pushing him away and standing on trembling legs.
    “No,” she whispered, “I have to see to Valor.” She lunged for the white horse’s reins, her back to Jorrin, but she hadn’t moved so fast that he’d missed the half-lidded gray eyes, pink cheeks and kiss-swollen lips.
    Biting back a groan, he ordered his arousal to soften and chanted at himself not to push her.
    She unstrapped the saddle on the gelding, her whole body shaking.
    He couldn’t get even an inkling of emotion off her; Cera’s mind was totally shut down to him. Consciously.
    Jorrin shoved his hand through his hair, cursing himself to hell and back.
    He shouldn’t have kissed her.
    Now she’d pull away from him even more.
    Was she denying his kiss, or just revealing her secrets?
    Despite the fact she’d kissed him back, her rejection burned through his chest. Jorrin rubbed the spot, wincing.
    He needed to find out what was going on. He moved behind her, covering her hand with his on the horse’s back.
    She shivered and her shoulders stiffened.
    “Cera, you don’t always have to be so strong, you know.”
    Cera whirled on Jorrin, yanking her hand from underneath his. “Yes. I do.” She hauled the heavy saddle from the gelding and threw it on the ground next to the other two.
    When she covered him with a blanket, her movements were still jerky.
    Jorrin stood and watched her lead Valor to Grayna and Ash and tie him.
    Cera tossed a bundle of sleeping furs at him and pure reflex made his arms rise to catch it.
    “Those are Avery’s. Use them for the night, since he has yours.” Her chest heaved; he tried not to stare at her jerkin-covered breasts. “We’ll talk in the morning, when I know why Avery is here.”
    He didn’t miss the trembling that gripped her tall slender frame even as she curled into a ball deep in her furs.
    Jorrin wanted to hold her, comfort her, but his gut said she wouldn’t let him, even if he hadn’t kissed her.
    The white wolf curled around her, making his idea further dissolve.
    Doesn’t matter anyway.
    It was obvious she didn’t want to get closer to him.
    The fire crackled and he glanced at it, then let his eyes skim over their small camp. They were secluded, but safety was an illusion.
    How could her cousin have even found them?
    All he could see of the other man as he lay wrapped in Jorrin’s furs was a mop of curly red hair that shone in the dim light of the fire.
    Jorrin needed to reenergize the fire to carry him through the end of his watch.
    Cera was right about one thing, they needed to learn why her cousin had come to them. What the hell did it all mean?
    He was sick of being in the dark, especially about the sword.
    I can help if she’ll let me .
    Since she’d saved his hide in the tavern, he hadn’t pushed her.
    At least she’d told him their destination. His empathic magic revealed a little about Cera, but it wasn’t enough.
    Well, that would come to an end