Will to hear her ‘Call’, for Sean to believe her sadness, and for her own heart, torn between the two. And as the last strains drifted into the air to mingle with the dancing stone dust, she looked up directly into Will’s glowing eyes.
Runes:
Chapter Nine
Like someone bewitched, Will quietly followed the path leading to the art studio. He quivered uncontrollably at the taste of Evangeline on the very air. His vision was coming true. He would open the studio door, and she would be there, huddled in a corner playing her guitar. He’d been told the visions were glimpses into the future, but he’d been reluctant to believe them.
Her throaty voice fell on his ears. His brain reeled at the enchanting sound, and his heart tripped with excitement. Heat enveloped his body, which urged him to go forward, to claim her body and share her blood, binding them forever.
But first he had to be sure.
The cold of the stone and concrete space greeted him at the door, along with the low rasp of Evangeline’s voice mixed with tears. Directly ahead of him, a granite muse barred his way. He circled her only to be met by another. Will touched its hand in passing, but would not be thwarted. Their stark faces would never repel him from Evangeline. Nothing could. Not even her love of Sean.
Stepping through the forest of granite sentries, he emerged a few feet from his immortal mate. At the sight of her, his heart soared, and he staggered beneath the joy even as his fists clenched. They’d never spoken face to face, but he burned for her. For weeks he’d made love to her in his visions, and his nighttime dreams, but now that they were inches apart, he knew he must move slowly. While his body told him to lift her into his arms and search for the nearest bed, she must first get accustomed to him.
Her voice stopped, and he realized her song had ended. She stared up at him, and a shiver of electricity passed between them. He was struck by the brilliant hue of her irises and could nearly smell the blue spring hyacinths they resembled. But her eyes swam with tears.
His footfalls were swallowed by silence as he inched closer. Abruptly, she set aside her instrument and scrambled to her feet. Her hands splayed against the wall behind her as though seeking an escape.
“Please don’t be frightened,” he heard himself say. Instantly the barrier crumbled and her mind melted into his blissfully. His head fell back, and his eyes hooded with the desire gripping him.
“ Will,” she said aloud, but he also heard her in his soul. And then he was striding toward her, catching both of her hands in a single one of his, pressing his love into her very pores. Her face tilted upward.
He struggled. God, if only he could drop a kiss to those pale pink lips and taste her. His eyes devoured her features. Small and delicate—like a China doll. Her bones would feel like spun glass if he cradled her face. And oh, to do just that. A lightning strike of raw emotion wrenched his heart. The shiver rolled into Evangeline. He felt the sizzle of her mind in his mind and reveled in their close link. Her face tipped up.
“It’s true,” she whispered, awed. “My soul knows you.”
Her words were a punch to the gut. At last, the hole in his life closed, filled by Evangeline, his immortal mate. He exhaled sharply and squeezed her shaking hands. They were more delicate than he remembered from the ‘Making’, and silky smooth. His thumb searched upward, stroking her wrist. Her pulse leapt crazily beneath his touch. Gently, he caressed the column of her throat with his eyes. Her immortal tattoo drove him mad with desire. The things they would feel through this intimate touch drove him forward faster than he wanted, but he couldn’t stop himself.
He gripped her slight waist and swayed her into him. The music of her breath played in his ears. Her palms pressed against his chest and he froze, searching her mind. Did she intend to push him away?
“No,” she said,
Runes:
Chapter Nine
Like someone bewitched, Will quietly followed the path leading to the art studio. He quivered uncontrollably at the taste of Evangeline on the very air. His vision was coming true. He would open the studio door, and she would be there, huddled in a corner playing her guitar. He’d been told the visions were glimpses into the future, but he’d been reluctant to believe them.
Her throaty voice fell on his ears. His brain reeled at the enchanting sound, and his heart tripped with excitement. Heat enveloped his body, which urged him to go forward, to claim her body and share her blood, binding them forever.
But first he had to be sure.
The cold of the stone and concrete space greeted him at the door, along with the low rasp of Evangeline’s voice mixed with tears. Directly ahead of him, a granite muse barred his way. He circled her only to be met by another. Will touched its hand in passing, but would not be thwarted. Their stark faces would never repel him from Evangeline. Nothing could. Not even her love of Sean.
Stepping through the forest of granite sentries, he emerged a few feet from his immortal mate. At the sight of her, his heart soared, and he staggered beneath the joy even as his fists clenched. They’d never spoken face to face, but he burned for her. For weeks he’d made love to her in his visions, and his nighttime dreams, but now that they were inches apart, he knew he must move slowly. While his body told him to lift her into his arms and search for the nearest bed, she must first get accustomed to him.
Her voice stopped, and he realized her song had ended. She stared up at him, and a shiver of electricity passed between them. He was struck by the brilliant hue of her irises and could nearly smell the blue spring hyacinths they resembled. But her eyes swam with tears.
His footfalls were swallowed by silence as he inched closer. Abruptly, she set aside her instrument and scrambled to her feet. Her hands splayed against the wall behind her as though seeking an escape.
“Please don’t be frightened,” he heard himself say. Instantly the barrier crumbled and her mind melted into his blissfully. His head fell back, and his eyes hooded with the desire gripping him.
“ Will,” she said aloud, but he also heard her in his soul. And then he was striding toward her, catching both of her hands in a single one of his, pressing his love into her very pores. Her face tilted upward.
He struggled. God, if only he could drop a kiss to those pale pink lips and taste her. His eyes devoured her features. Small and delicate—like a China doll. Her bones would feel like spun glass if he cradled her face. And oh, to do just that. A lightning strike of raw emotion wrenched his heart. The shiver rolled into Evangeline. He felt the sizzle of her mind in his mind and reveled in their close link. Her face tipped up.
“It’s true,” she whispered, awed. “My soul knows you.”
Her words were a punch to the gut. At last, the hole in his life closed, filled by Evangeline, his immortal mate. He exhaled sharply and squeezed her shaking hands. They were more delicate than he remembered from the ‘Making’, and silky smooth. His thumb searched upward, stroking her wrist. Her pulse leapt crazily beneath his touch. Gently, he caressed the column of her throat with his eyes. Her immortal tattoo drove him mad with desire. The things they would feel through this intimate touch drove him forward faster than he wanted, but he couldn’t stop himself.
He gripped her slight waist and swayed her into him. The music of her breath played in his ears. Her palms pressed against his chest and he froze, searching her mind. Did she intend to push him away?
“No,” she said,
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