from him, not the Garmorian leader and not some imaginary Goddess. No doubt that was where the Garmorian’s fantasized their new power to cross the veil came from.
What rubbish!
The only superior being on this plane was him! Once he discovered the secret to crossing the boundary of the other world he would finally become a god over all beings. The corners of his lips curled evilly as he imagined the power he would soon wield. No one would ever be strong enough to stand in his way. Yes, it would all be his — soon.
* ~ * ~ *
Groaning, Elena’s hand reached up to hold her aching head else she feared it would tumble off her shoulders. What the hell had happened last night? This had to be the worse hangover she’d ever experienced. Wait — did she even have a drink last night?
Flashes of images played behind her eyes of discovering an intruder in her living room. Only the intruder was the man from her dreams but unlike in her dreams she could see the ruthless in his eyes when she tried to run from him and told him to go away. It scared her that her fantasy was haunting her with a vengeance but at the same time it confused her. Had her grief finally made her lose all her senses?
She opened her eyes only to be greeted by the darkness of the room she was in. As her eyes adjusted, she saw that she was lying upon a huge bed covered in dark furs that she would admit felt wonderful against her skin. To her left, a wealth of silvery moonlight shined through an open archway to a large balcony. Was she dreaming again?
A sound of sloshing water drew her attention from across the wide room causing her to turn her head. Her eyes caught the sight of a broad gray back that she recognized immediately. A cloaking shadow fell across his back as he moved to stand before a square table. From her position she saw that he was pouring water from a larger pitcher into a large black bowl that rested on the table. Moving away from the table, he reached for a corked bottle from a nearby shelf. Returning back, he slowly uncorked the thin bottle and poured its contents into the water.
Her eyes widened when she saw him select a sharp blade from the black leather harness at his ribs. Her brows furrowed in confusion as she watched him turn the blade upon himself, slicing at his thick forearm. Holding his bleeding arm above the bowl, he allowed his blood to run off his skin and into the water. At the first dark drop, the bowl’s contents began to glow with a bright blue light that chased the shadows away from the sharp angles of his chiseled face. Picking up the bowl he turned to face her, his eyes held no surprise at seeing her awake as he approached.
“Sit up,” he ordered softly.
Watching him warily, she pushed herself up into a sitting position. With the simple movement she couldn’t prevent wincing in pain as it felt like sharp needles were stabbing at the bottom of her feet. His eyes colored with concern though he said nothing. Taking a seat on the end of the bed he sat the bowl to the side of her covered legs without a word. Not understanding where the hell she was or what was going on, what she did know for sure was that she wanted to wake up now.
Reaching over, she pinched at her opposite forearm causing her to close her eyes against the slight pain.
Opening her eyes, she found that she was still in the same place with Kieran staring at her with a perplexed look. “What are you doing?” he asked lifting the furs off her feet with an upsweep of his hand.
“Trying to wake up, usually pinching yourself is supposed to work,” she mumbled glancing around her.
“So you have said before,” he signed, shaking his head. “You’re not dreaming.” Pulling her bare feet toward him, his gaze dipped to inspect them.
“Of course I am. What other explanation is there? Ow!” She jerked with surprise as pain coursed through the bottom of her foot at the touch of his fingers.
Pulling his hand away from her foot, he held a
What rubbish!
The only superior being on this plane was him! Once he discovered the secret to crossing the boundary of the other world he would finally become a god over all beings. The corners of his lips curled evilly as he imagined the power he would soon wield. No one would ever be strong enough to stand in his way. Yes, it would all be his — soon.
* ~ * ~ *
Groaning, Elena’s hand reached up to hold her aching head else she feared it would tumble off her shoulders. What the hell had happened last night? This had to be the worse hangover she’d ever experienced. Wait — did she even have a drink last night?
Flashes of images played behind her eyes of discovering an intruder in her living room. Only the intruder was the man from her dreams but unlike in her dreams she could see the ruthless in his eyes when she tried to run from him and told him to go away. It scared her that her fantasy was haunting her with a vengeance but at the same time it confused her. Had her grief finally made her lose all her senses?
She opened her eyes only to be greeted by the darkness of the room she was in. As her eyes adjusted, she saw that she was lying upon a huge bed covered in dark furs that she would admit felt wonderful against her skin. To her left, a wealth of silvery moonlight shined through an open archway to a large balcony. Was she dreaming again?
A sound of sloshing water drew her attention from across the wide room causing her to turn her head. Her eyes caught the sight of a broad gray back that she recognized immediately. A cloaking shadow fell across his back as he moved to stand before a square table. From her position she saw that he was pouring water from a larger pitcher into a large black bowl that rested on the table. Moving away from the table, he reached for a corked bottle from a nearby shelf. Returning back, he slowly uncorked the thin bottle and poured its contents into the water.
Her eyes widened when she saw him select a sharp blade from the black leather harness at his ribs. Her brows furrowed in confusion as she watched him turn the blade upon himself, slicing at his thick forearm. Holding his bleeding arm above the bowl, he allowed his blood to run off his skin and into the water. At the first dark drop, the bowl’s contents began to glow with a bright blue light that chased the shadows away from the sharp angles of his chiseled face. Picking up the bowl he turned to face her, his eyes held no surprise at seeing her awake as he approached.
“Sit up,” he ordered softly.
Watching him warily, she pushed herself up into a sitting position. With the simple movement she couldn’t prevent wincing in pain as it felt like sharp needles were stabbing at the bottom of her feet. His eyes colored with concern though he said nothing. Taking a seat on the end of the bed he sat the bowl to the side of her covered legs without a word. Not understanding where the hell she was or what was going on, what she did know for sure was that she wanted to wake up now.
Reaching over, she pinched at her opposite forearm causing her to close her eyes against the slight pain.
Opening her eyes, she found that she was still in the same place with Kieran staring at her with a perplexed look. “What are you doing?” he asked lifting the furs off her feet with an upsweep of his hand.
“Trying to wake up, usually pinching yourself is supposed to work,” she mumbled glancing around her.
“So you have said before,” he signed, shaking his head. “You’re not dreaming.” Pulling her bare feet toward him, his gaze dipped to inspect them.
“Of course I am. What other explanation is there? Ow!” She jerked with surprise as pain coursed through the bottom of her foot at the touch of his fingers.
Pulling his hand away from her foot, he held a
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