the change and he would take another from her clan to his bed. He would kiss that woman…and do other things. She swallowed back the lump in her throat. The thought of his lips and teeth on another seemed wrong.
His fingers lightly caressed her cheek. " You are angry with me. "
" No. " She shook her head and smoothed her features the best she could. " It is just… " She let the words trail off.
" What is it? Tell me. "
She met his gaze. His eyes were the shade of deep blue again. Her thoughts were crazy. Going to his bed when he changed was to insure her death. But he hadn ' t lost control a few moments ago. He knew when to stop.
" Adryanna, are you well? "
" I am fine. " She smiled to reassure him. " Do not laugh. "
" Why would I laugh? "
He would think her daft, but it didn ' t stop her from revealing her wish. " When your time comes, I do not want you to take another Lathe Sith ' s blood. I want you to take mine. "
Stormy tension filled his gaze before flashing with anger. He flew to his feet. " I must take you home. Now . "
She stood and retrieved the dagger she had all but forgotten. " I am sorry. I have ang ered you . "
" I am not . I am furious with myself. I have taken too much of your blood and now you are delirious. "
Her blood boiled in her veins at his words. " I am not delirious. Do you not feel it? Do you not sense the bond between us? "
" You will remove those thoughts from your head. I command you. "
Her callous laugh left no doubt her temper had risen . " You command me? You do not own me, Bram. "
He harrumphed. " We will never be together. Do you hear me? I felt nothing more than wanting your blood. "
" I felt your desire. " Her gaze drifted to his lower extremities.
" I am a man. " His harsh chuckle only angered her more. " You are a comely lass. Of course I would want to be between your thighs. "
She flinched as if he slapped her. His words hurt more than she thought possible.
" Come, I will see you home. We will never see each other again , this I promise. " He offered his hand, but she refused to take it.
" I do not need your help to walk. "
Chapter Eight
Bram knew he was a fool. How could he have let Adryanna talk him into sampling her blood? She claimed she didn ' t want him to take another to his bed when the time came for his change. Well, he did not want another either. He wanted her and only her, but he refused to let his tender thoughts for her take charge. If he took her, she would die. He could not go on with the knowledge he ended her life. It was better she hated him. She would soon forget her folly and move on. She was the only surviving child of her family . She would not be chosen to be with one of his clansmen. She would be safe from him, too.
She followed close behind, making no move to walk beside him. Twilight had long since darkened into night. With the trees blocking out the sky, her eyesight would be hampered. He didn ' t rush, but she miss ed a step anyway and stumbled . A stream of curses followed. He halted his movements and she slammed into him , but he righted her before she fell.
" Why did you stop? " Her tone all but accused him of having a sinister motive .
" If you will allow me, we can make the journey faster and…safer. "
Her brows furrowed. " I do not understand. "
He knew she wouldn ' t. " Let me show you. " He lifted her with ease and h er arms went around his neck in surprise. " Hold on. " Before she could protest, he flitted at the speed his kind was accustomed to.
He rarely took casual strolls. Today had been a first in years. He had enjoyed his time with her, but now they must put an end to it. The sooner the better, dragging it out would not make parting with her any easier.
She felt soft and warm against him. Her scent filled his nostrils and he knew he would not be able to forget her sweet fragrance. He ' d tasted her essence. He would not soon forget how her blood had warmed him either. She offered it to him out of curiosity, but
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