She relived their first meeting on the boardwalk at Midway Geyser Basin. Upon feeling Rafe’s mental probe, Taz had fearfully slammed down a strong wall in her thoughts, knocking him off his feet in the process. He’d been immediately impressed by her power.
“It’s okay,” he’d said. “I enjoy falling for beautiful women.”
She dreamed about Rafael flirting with her all day, sending her teasing mental messages that simultaneously attracted and terrified her. Terrified, because she felt like she’d known Rafe all her life, even though they’d just met.
And she dreamed about that afternoon, when Matthias ordered her to mentally take control of Rafael during another training exercise. Irritated at Rafe’s incessant flirting, she made him walk to her on the boardwalk in the geyser basin near Old Faithful. Then their kiss, hot and steamy, leaving her wanting more even though she felt guiltier than hell about it. Damn, if Matthias hadn’t interrupted them, they would have been standing there naked with their teeth buried in each others’ necks.
If Matthias kept her libido at a steady simmer, then Rafe took her straight to roiling boil.
Unlike the previous nights, this dream took a turn from memories into what part of her wished had happened, God help her.
In tonight’s dream, Taz physically went to Rafe’s cabin. She slipped into his bed, silently staring into his deep-blue eyes before making love to him. A dream so achingly real she felt his lips on hers and his hands caress her flesh, skimming down her bare back to her waist, rolling her hips against him.
The dream took her over completely. She heard his low, guttural moan of pleasure as his stiff shaft slowly slid into her, possessing her.
“I love you, Taz. I’m sorry I can’t be with you.”
She kissed him. As much as she wanted to hear his voice, she wanted this dream to play out, to replace what she couldn’t have, to displace her memory and shame of what she actually did—working a succubus number on him out of revenge at Matthias.
But in her dream…in her dream, Rafe could be hers.
And she was his.
Once he was sure Taz was deeply asleep, Matthias carefully extricated himself from her arms and quietly went downstairs to his study. Locking the door behind him, he used the secure satellite line to make his call. He didn’t bother calculating London time.
Bartholomew answered on the second ring. “Matthias, it’s about time you called me back. I have received some disturbing reports.”
“Torvald, I am in no mood for your bullshit.”
“As head of the Tribunal, when I learn of an out-of-control woman who can not only incapacitate a room full of our kind but nearly kills one, I think your mood should not matter.”
Matthias pinched the bridge of his nose. “I received your message. What did you want?”
“I want to know what you plan on doing with her.”
“I’m going to marry her. You’ll get an invitation.”
“I’m glad you find this so amusing. I do not. She is very dangerous.”
Matthias tried to control his anger. “She’s a hell of a lot less dangerous than Caroline,” he spat. “Caroline murdered Rafael, don’t forget. And she hired daemon pulverem to help her. She nearly got Anastazia and myself both killed. So in the grand scheme of things, I trust Taz a hell of a lot more than I trust Caroline. I trust Anastazia with my life.”
“That might be well and good, but what happens when Anastazia decides to turn her powers against innocents?”
“That won’t happen.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“Because I know her heart. She was only out of control because of how suddenly her repressed powers were triggered. She’s already recovering her self-control.”
“Frankly, Matthias, your opinion is worthless in this matter. You are in love with her and not the most objective regarding this matter.”
“She is my responsibility. She always has been, and she always will be.”
“I’m sure that will be great comfort to the loved ones of those she murders.”
What the hell is going on with him? Matthias didn’t know, but he was glad Bartholomew was across the pond and not in front of him in his West Central Florida study, or his hand would be around Bartholomew’s throat, giving him a taste of dangerous up close and personal. “Bartholomew, let me set you straight about something. Taz is not dangerous. She will not hurt someone. But be clear, if anyone dares try to hurt her again, I will kill them with my bare hands.”
Bartholomew fell silent. Matthias almost thought the call had dropped. “Hawthorne, you forget who you are talking to. You no longer have your cousin on the Tribunal to buffer your insolence.”
His rage blossomed. “That’s because that bitch murdered him, Bartholomew. If I get my hands on any of her cohorts, there will be hell to pay. I know perfectly well who I’m talking to. I suggest you don’t forget who you’re talking to.” Matthias hung up on him.
Damn, that felt good.
He despised dealing with Bartholomew on the best of days. He didn’t like him. He was arrogant and obnoxious and pretentious. As their Tribunal representative, Rafe had the honor of keeping in touch with the asshole. Head of the Tribunal, Bartholomew was now the only other member who knew about Taz. Once Matthias knew how powerful Taz was, they had to inform the Tribunal. That was standard procedure among all the Clans.
Matthias returned to their bedroom. Before climbing into bed, he stood for a moment, staring at Taz.
She was beautiful. Perfect rounded curves, unruly auburn hair, and hypnotic green eyes. He’d loved her from afar for ten years before meeting her in person only a few months earlier.
She softly moaned and shifted in her sleep. He knew she dreamed, but with her strong mental barrier in place, he couldn’t see what images haunted her.
Moving with deliberate care, he slowly pulled back the covers and climbed into bed, trying not to jostle her out of sleep but unable to avoid disturbing her. He froze when she softly moaned again, then carefully settled next to her, spooning his body against hers.
This was a new aspect to her nightly mental wanderings. Deeply embedded in her dream, Taz made slow, passionate love to Rafe. At one point she thought she felt the earth move, and he looked up as if listening for something before he smiled at her.
“What was that?” she asked.
He shook his head. “Nothing, baby girl. Don’t worry. It’s all good.” He kissed her again, absorbing her full attention.
Dreams are funny things. After making love, Rafe fell asleep next to her. Taz closed her eyes and let her mind drift.
Their dinner together alone, in Yellowstone, came to mind. Rafe had opened up to her and she realized they shared more of a connection than met the eye. Something she couldn’t put her finger on, though she suspected he did. He wouldn’t tell her, and she didn’t push him.
Now, she wished she had.
She loved Rafe. It was impossible to deny, just as it was impossible to ignore how he felt like a lost love come home to her. She had promised that night to give him a chance if there was ever one to give.
Unfortunately, they would never get that chance. Not in this life, anyway.
It was irrational, it was crazy—but as Albert and Matthias told her, the heart knows what it knows, and the soul always comes home.