to hang out by the pool. Something in the flashes of the future Julie had seen meant Tamara should go to the museum alone.
“Don’t worry,” said Julie, standing and walking to the door. “You’ll be fine.”
“So you say.”
A sharp double rap on the door sent Tamara’s already nervous heart straight into her throat. He was here. She shot a look toward Julie.
“Don’t just stand there. Your future awaits.”
The conspiratorial grin on Julie’s face gave Tamara the last boost she needed for her confidence. Tamara stuck her tongue out. “Gee, thanks.”
Her palm was moist and her fingers stiff when she reached for the door lever.
Ramose stood on the other side, once again dressed in all black. His sleeves were long, but rolled up mid forearm exposing powerful muscles beneath a golden brown tan. His dark shirt opened at the neck, revealing a strong rope of sinew stretching into powerful shoulders. There was a smile on his full lips, but when she raised her eyes to meet his, what she saw was not pleasure or amusement. What she saw was surprise.
His scent rolled through her body. So edgy and masculine it took her breath away. The urge to step forward and bury her nose in his neck was almost overwhelming. Now that was something not in the dreams.
Refusing to be taken in, she stepped back.
“Good morning, Ramose.” She smiled, and, following Julie, the two sidestepped him into the hallway.
“You remember my cousin? Her name is Julie. Julie, this is Ramose.”
* * * *
Ramose took in the woman he’d barely glimpsed the night before. She was no taller than Tamara, with both women just over five feet. That’s where the resemblance ended. Where Tamara’s hair was dark, Julie’s was a sandy, almost dirty blonde. Where Tamara’s figure held rounded feminine curves, Julie was slender and pencil thin. Tamara was definitely the more attractive of the two humans.
Even after a night’s rest, he still experienced a powerful attraction to a human. Odd. Swallowing the urge to rush toward Tamara, he took Julie’s hand. “The pleasure is mine.”
Her palm tingled against his skin, as though reaching into his cells, searching for…what? There was no way to know how deep her magick could go, and that meant he needed to be careful. He let go and fought the urge to flex his palm to shake loose whatever energy her body contained.
“Will you be accompanying us?”
Julie shook her head and walked backwards down the hall, a grin on her face. “Nope, not me. I’m just gonna,” she motioned toward the next suite’s door, “spend some time here, at the hotel. You two have fun now.” She giggled and ducked in her room.
Curious, Ramose glanced at Tamara who shrugged.
“What can I say, she’s on her honeymoon.”
“Ahh, yes, I understand.” These two women were different than most humans. They felt almost like…Petiri. He shrugged off the thought then turned to Tamara. “Are you ready?”
She nodded.
Her Napshua glinted at him from her right bicep.
He tried to analyze the strange play of emotions at the sight. He liked that it was important to her. Yet, on another level, seeing her wear the piece reminded him of his task. It would be easier to drill her for information if she was wearing the object of his desire.
His gaze roved over and up her delectable body, taking in the tight American jeans, the soft, cotton blouse, before settling on her full, sensuous lips.
Make that one of the objects of his desire.
Jemy Bah . The Petiri curse twisted in his mind. She was human. And female. And fire. If ever there was a time to be on his guard, it was now. First, the Napshua then she’d caught Amunkha’s attention. It was almost like the man could sense Ramose’s own attraction where none belonged.
If luck worked on his side, he would be fine. She was on vacation, probably going home in a week. He had to move fast if he wanted to find out how she came to own a Petiri Napshua .
He held out his hand. “Let
“Don’t worry,” said Julie, standing and walking to the door. “You’ll be fine.”
“So you say.”
A sharp double rap on the door sent Tamara’s already nervous heart straight into her throat. He was here. She shot a look toward Julie.
“Don’t just stand there. Your future awaits.”
The conspiratorial grin on Julie’s face gave Tamara the last boost she needed for her confidence. Tamara stuck her tongue out. “Gee, thanks.”
Her palm was moist and her fingers stiff when she reached for the door lever.
Ramose stood on the other side, once again dressed in all black. His sleeves were long, but rolled up mid forearm exposing powerful muscles beneath a golden brown tan. His dark shirt opened at the neck, revealing a strong rope of sinew stretching into powerful shoulders. There was a smile on his full lips, but when she raised her eyes to meet his, what she saw was not pleasure or amusement. What she saw was surprise.
His scent rolled through her body. So edgy and masculine it took her breath away. The urge to step forward and bury her nose in his neck was almost overwhelming. Now that was something not in the dreams.
Refusing to be taken in, she stepped back.
“Good morning, Ramose.” She smiled, and, following Julie, the two sidestepped him into the hallway.
“You remember my cousin? Her name is Julie. Julie, this is Ramose.”
* * * *
Ramose took in the woman he’d barely glimpsed the night before. She was no taller than Tamara, with both women just over five feet. That’s where the resemblance ended. Where Tamara’s hair was dark, Julie’s was a sandy, almost dirty blonde. Where Tamara’s figure held rounded feminine curves, Julie was slender and pencil thin. Tamara was definitely the more attractive of the two humans.
Even after a night’s rest, he still experienced a powerful attraction to a human. Odd. Swallowing the urge to rush toward Tamara, he took Julie’s hand. “The pleasure is mine.”
Her palm tingled against his skin, as though reaching into his cells, searching for…what? There was no way to know how deep her magick could go, and that meant he needed to be careful. He let go and fought the urge to flex his palm to shake loose whatever energy her body contained.
“Will you be accompanying us?”
Julie shook her head and walked backwards down the hall, a grin on her face. “Nope, not me. I’m just gonna,” she motioned toward the next suite’s door, “spend some time here, at the hotel. You two have fun now.” She giggled and ducked in her room.
Curious, Ramose glanced at Tamara who shrugged.
“What can I say, she’s on her honeymoon.”
“Ahh, yes, I understand.” These two women were different than most humans. They felt almost like…Petiri. He shrugged off the thought then turned to Tamara. “Are you ready?”
She nodded.
Her Napshua glinted at him from her right bicep.
He tried to analyze the strange play of emotions at the sight. He liked that it was important to her. Yet, on another level, seeing her wear the piece reminded him of his task. It would be easier to drill her for information if she was wearing the object of his desire.
His gaze roved over and up her delectable body, taking in the tight American jeans, the soft, cotton blouse, before settling on her full, sensuous lips.
Make that one of the objects of his desire.
Jemy Bah . The Petiri curse twisted in his mind. She was human. And female. And fire. If ever there was a time to be on his guard, it was now. First, the Napshua then she’d caught Amunkha’s attention. It was almost like the man could sense Ramose’s own attraction where none belonged.
If luck worked on his side, he would be fine. She was on vacation, probably going home in a week. He had to move fast if he wanted to find out how she came to own a Petiri Napshua .
He held out his hand. “Let
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