different. He’s more intense when it comes to her. I know though that I need to tell Colbin about her. She is … special, I guess. I didn’t even see her and yet, her scent was unique.”
“Unique? As in she wasn’t showered?” she tried to joke, but he just shook his head, contemplating.
“No, it was sweet, a hint of vanilla and berries. Raspberries. I’ve never known a person who smelled so … eatable. It’s like you are biting into a warm cupcake.” He sounded fascinated and more than just a little hooked.
“Her blood tempts you?” she wanted to know and he shook his head.
“No, trust me, that’s not it. I’m just curious because I’ve never met anyone like that. Jaden claims she has supernatural reactions.”
“What do I smell like?” she asked, knowing that vampires had a much better nose.
“You smell like you. It always depends on the lotion you use. I like the violet one the most. It gives you a flowery smell.”
“No smell that’s unique to me?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Finally his face fell, as if he realized whom he was talking to and what he was saying.
“You smell amazing, Cia. I love being with you, and whenever I go home I love to carry that scent with me. Jaden asked me about it simply because I couldn’t get myself to shower. Hey, I’m here with you, aren’t I?” he asked, cupping her cheek. As much as she wanted to lean into the touch, she couldn’t.
“Actually you aren’t. I just can’t figure out if you are mentally with her or your brother … or both.” He stepped back, regret on his face. She just couldn’t decide if he regretted that he had made her feel this way or if he regretted acting that way.
“He’s my twin. Anything that happens to him impacts me directly one way or the other,” he admitted, at least easing her mind a little. He was thinking about what this meant to them as twins instead of thinking about her.
She placed her hand above his heart, feeling the beating only faintly as it knocked against her hand in a steady rhythm.
“How about you get back to Jaden and that girl and once that situation is sorted, you’ll come and see me?” she asked and he took a deep breath, obviously searching for something to say. She stopped him with her finger on his lips. “It’s okay. I’m not mad. Just make sure that next time you get here, you’ll be here,” she whispered and then stepped away. It hurt her that he didn’t even try to hold onto her.
“Bye, Ciarda, I’ll make it up to you,” he promised and then left. Cia didn’t think long before raiding her closet, dressing as elegant as she could. She needed someone to talk to, and the only person understanding her and that crazy world was her mother. Now Cia only hoped she’d be happy to see her.
Cia knocked on the door that once used to be the entryway to her home. A lady opened, only a servant she didn’t know and one who obviously didn’t know her, either.
“Yes?” she asked, sounding polite and yet annoyed. Checking her watch, she realized they most likely were getting ready to have dinner.
It was weird for Cia to be thinking of it being dinner when morning was drawing closer.
“I’m here to see Joanna,” she said politely, remembering her high-class-manners. “Please, if you could ask her for a moment of her time. It’s Ciarda.”
The woman told her to wait a moment and then closed the door. She wasn’t even asked to wait in the foyer. What the hell?
It took about thirty seconds and the huge door was torn open.
“Mary, I cannot believe you made her wait outside. I … we’ll deal with that later. Make sure the table has just one more place set,” her mother fussed, then she turned to Cia, tears in her eyes and a smile on her face.
Cia hadn’t realized how much she had missed coming here until she felt hot streaks running down her cheeks, too.
“Mom,” she all but sobbed, falling around the other woman’s neck. Her hug was reciprocated and
“Unique? As in she wasn’t showered?” she tried to joke, but he just shook his head, contemplating.
“No, it was sweet, a hint of vanilla and berries. Raspberries. I’ve never known a person who smelled so … eatable. It’s like you are biting into a warm cupcake.” He sounded fascinated and more than just a little hooked.
“Her blood tempts you?” she wanted to know and he shook his head.
“No, trust me, that’s not it. I’m just curious because I’ve never met anyone like that. Jaden claims she has supernatural reactions.”
“What do I smell like?” she asked, knowing that vampires had a much better nose.
“You smell like you. It always depends on the lotion you use. I like the violet one the most. It gives you a flowery smell.”
“No smell that’s unique to me?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Finally his face fell, as if he realized whom he was talking to and what he was saying.
“You smell amazing, Cia. I love being with you, and whenever I go home I love to carry that scent with me. Jaden asked me about it simply because I couldn’t get myself to shower. Hey, I’m here with you, aren’t I?” he asked, cupping her cheek. As much as she wanted to lean into the touch, she couldn’t.
“Actually you aren’t. I just can’t figure out if you are mentally with her or your brother … or both.” He stepped back, regret on his face. She just couldn’t decide if he regretted that he had made her feel this way or if he regretted acting that way.
“He’s my twin. Anything that happens to him impacts me directly one way or the other,” he admitted, at least easing her mind a little. He was thinking about what this meant to them as twins instead of thinking about her.
She placed her hand above his heart, feeling the beating only faintly as it knocked against her hand in a steady rhythm.
“How about you get back to Jaden and that girl and once that situation is sorted, you’ll come and see me?” she asked and he took a deep breath, obviously searching for something to say. She stopped him with her finger on his lips. “It’s okay. I’m not mad. Just make sure that next time you get here, you’ll be here,” she whispered and then stepped away. It hurt her that he didn’t even try to hold onto her.
“Bye, Ciarda, I’ll make it up to you,” he promised and then left. Cia didn’t think long before raiding her closet, dressing as elegant as she could. She needed someone to talk to, and the only person understanding her and that crazy world was her mother. Now Cia only hoped she’d be happy to see her.
Cia knocked on the door that once used to be the entryway to her home. A lady opened, only a servant she didn’t know and one who obviously didn’t know her, either.
“Yes?” she asked, sounding polite and yet annoyed. Checking her watch, she realized they most likely were getting ready to have dinner.
It was weird for Cia to be thinking of it being dinner when morning was drawing closer.
“I’m here to see Joanna,” she said politely, remembering her high-class-manners. “Please, if you could ask her for a moment of her time. It’s Ciarda.”
The woman told her to wait a moment and then closed the door. She wasn’t even asked to wait in the foyer. What the hell?
It took about thirty seconds and the huge door was torn open.
“Mary, I cannot believe you made her wait outside. I … we’ll deal with that later. Make sure the table has just one more place set,” her mother fussed, then she turned to Cia, tears in her eyes and a smile on her face.
Cia hadn’t realized how much she had missed coming here until she felt hot streaks running down her cheeks, too.
“Mom,” she all but sobbed, falling around the other woman’s neck. Her hug was reciprocated and
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