Damian's Oracle by Lizzy Ford Page B

thinking … it’s stupid,” she
said. “I’m overwhelmed. One day I’m a boring financial planner, and
the next day, I can’t go out in sunlight and I see the future.”
    “You’ll be able to go outside once you
transform.”
    “What does that mean? Transform into what ?”
    “One of us. Our kind tend to live much longer
than the average human. You’ll finish transforming soon and will be
like a human, just with a very, very long and extended life. Except
… “ he trailed off, giving her a considering look.
    “Except what?” she demanded, panicking. “I
have three eyes instead of two? I grow a tail?”
    The corner of his lips curved up in amusement
once more.
    “Nothing like that. One day, I’ll tell you.
You’ll eventually have additional requirements to sustaining your
body.”
    “When can I go outside?” she asked again.
    “Soon.”
    They gazed at each other again, and she tried
her damndest not to look away. A slow, languid smile crossed his
features, one that made her body flush and ache for him. The vision
of him on top of her protruded into her thoughts again. She looked
away.
    “I’ll always win that game,” he warned.
    You have no idea , she mused. There
were a great many things she’d let him do to her to win the game in
her head.
    “Like what?”
    She jerked, eyes returning to him.
    “You really can read minds,” she whispered,
stricken.
    “Damn straight. I’m willing if you’re
willing,” he said with a lazy smile that set her blood alight. He
clasped his hands behind his head, giving her an unobstructed view
of his body.
    “I’m not some sort of floozy,” she snapped,
though she couldn’t help wishing she was. “I don’t sleep with
random men, especially those who aren’t … you’re not even human,
are you?”
    “Nope.”
    His response chilled her ardor.
    “You’re not?”
    “Nope.”
    “What are you?”
    “I guess you could say I’m a divine spirit of
sorts.”
    “A ghost?”
    “Not that kind of spirit.”
    He didn’t expand, and she was too afraid to
ask.
    “Good-bye,” she said, standing and all but
bolting out of his suite.
    Her head hurt again, this time from trying to
digest what he was telling her. She could see the future and he was
a … what the hell was he?
    He could read minds.
    It made no sense, but neither did the sudden
craving for peanut butter that dragged her to the kitchen, where
yet another man she wanted to avoid was lounging. She snagged a jar
of peanut butter and a spoon, retreating to her library. Jake
followed, and Han was already waiting for her.
    “What are you doing?” Jake asked.
    Irritated he continued to disturb her peace,
she leveled a glare on him.
    “Transforming. Can’t you tell?”
    He stalked off, and Han glanced down from his
bored stare at the ceiling. She didn’t care if he was miserable or
not - she didn’t order him to babysit her.
    “Is it dark yet?” she asked him again.
    “Yes.”
    Jake returned with a jug of water.
    “Your shift,” Han said and rose.
    Sofia rose and retreated to her room. During
her day, she’d found quite a few treasures, to include a dusty
backpack, a flashlight, and Jake’s wallet, which happened to have a
credit card she used to book a flight from Tucson to Virginia.
    “I want to go out,” she said.
    “Great,” Jake said, rising from his seat in
the library with more enthusiasm than she’d seen all day.
    “To the airport.”
    His smile faded.
    “That’s a no-go, Sofi.”
    She pulled out a set of keys and walked down
the hall to the front door.
    “Sofia,” Jake called, trailing.
    “You’re not allowed to touch me,” she
reminded him.
    “D is.”
    “D’s in town. Remember?”
    He frowned but followed her into the cool
evening towards the garage. Damian had a lot of cars, and she found
the black BMW whose lights flashed when she clicked the keyfob.
Jake slid into the passenger seat beside her, pulling out his cell
as he did.
    He dialed and spoke in a different