“Did you know that when you are exceptionally upset with me, your eyes darken to the most beautiful black? It reminds of the midnight hour. So perfect when the air is still and the stars are out and you can see the night sky. Your eyes are like that.”
Deliberately he sighed. His hands continued to wash her body, lingering on her curves. “My eyes should be making you tremble. I am giving you a most disapproving look. It is meant to intimidate, not make you think of the sky at midnight.”
A laugh slipped out. That small carefree sound that was so rare for her. “I can’t help how you look. It’s tempting to upset you just to see that particular color.”
“I am not amused.” He tried to sound as grim as he felt. She might turn him inside out, even melt his heart, but he was staring down at her ravaged face, looking at her body where dark bruises marred the pale coloration of her skin. He knew how close he’d come to losing her and...
it could have been prevented.
She wanted to apologize. She touched lightly on the memory in his mind, the moment he realized she was in danger but would not call him. She felt the terror welling up in him, shaking him. Turning his stomach and seizing his lungs, robbing him of breath. Then there was a dark, brooding rage, ugly and menacing, a dangerous demon lifting and stretching, unsheathing claws as it opened its mouth to roar a protest.
Deliberately Destiny lay back in his arms to allow the water to close over her face, hiding the tears burning in her eyes. His anger ran deep. It simmered just below the surface. He held her tenderly, washed her, murmured beautiful things, but the rage was there all the same. She had succeeded in scaring him. And hurting him. His emotional pain was deep and sharp, and that was far more painful to bear than his anger.
“A little pain isn’t going to hurt me, Destiny, and certainly is not worth your tears.” He lifted her up higher, bringing her head out of the water. “Your tears tear me apart. Stop.” He made it an order, leaning over her to kiss both eyelids.
Her arms tightened around his neck. “You just aren’t as tough as you like to think.” She forced a brief smile, wanting to please him. Wanting to show him that he mattered to her.
He carried her out of the pool, waving his hand to open the earth, a quick, impatient gesture. Nicolae knelt to lay her gently in the dark, rich earth. The soil was cool and welcoming on her hot skin. At once she felt a semblance of peace washing over her. Her lashes drifted down. “Tell me how it is you can speak to me when you have never taken my blood.”
“It is necessary to heal you.” His voice was gentle, a soft, melodic persuasion. “I know. But how is it we are so strongly connected?”
“You are a much more powerful talent than you realize. Telepathy runs strong in you. As a child you reached for me and connected. I am an ancient with talents of my own. My need to help you was the strongest compulsion I had ever experienced. Once we had connected, you were an obsession. I could do no other than find you.” His fingertips stroked back her hair.
She reached up, caught his hand. “You’re not giving me an answer.”
“You know the answer.”
There was silence in the cave. The bubbles in the pool sent waves against the boulders, lapping gently at the rock, providing a strange music.
“How can someone be so powerful? How can you reach through time and space without a blood bond?”
“I have always had certain gifts. Once you connected with me, you were imprinted on my mind.”
And in my heart and soul.
He bent his head to kiss the corner of her mouth. “Each time you connected with me, the imprint became stronger. I believe I have some sort of telepathic ability beyond the blood bond of our people.”
A small shiver went down Destiny’s spine. “How do I know you aren’t enhancing my feelings for you? I have to know this is real.”
The ache in her voice tugged at his heart, but his face remained expressionless. “That is something I cannot help you with, Destiny. You have to find out some things for yourself. Do you think I am so powerful I can make you feel desire for me?”
Her blue-green gaze drifted over his face. He found his muscles were tight, clenched, waiting. She looked ethereal, her skin translucent and her body somehow smaller. He wanted to gather her into his arms and shelter her from every further hurt. It made him crazy to see her this way, hurt and spent, all energy drained from her body. His brother was right, he should have taken charge, thrown her over his shoulder like a caveman of old and taken her to his homeland without her consent.
A small smile curved her mouth, drew his instant attention. At once the pad of his thumb brushed the velvet-soft lower lip.
“I’m reading your thoughts, Nicolae. There is a blood bond between us. The first thing, above all else, is
never
listen to that idiot brother of yours. The man never climbed out of the cave. You do all right on your own.” She wanted to kiss him. He thought he was so stoic, yet she could see the hungry intensity in his eyes. A terrible anxiety that could only be real. He might be tremendously powerful and capable of all sorts of things, including controlling her, but she could see the genuine need in him, the genuine love.
“I think your pouty lower lip is extremely sexy.” He bent his head to hers, brushed her mouth gently, almost reverently.
He could send butterfly wings through her stomach without trying. “You have rocks in your head,” she told him lovingly, tangling her fingers in his hair. “There’s nothing sexy about me.” Laughter danced in her eyes. “I’m lying here in the dirt, covered in it, and you’re looking at me like you might eat me. I think you need a few counseling sessions with Mary Ann. You’re a bit on the kinky side.” But he took her breath away and started a warm glow that wouldn’t go away. He had a way of making her feel beautiful in the midst of her nightmares, even when she knew it wasn’t so. He had a way of taking her out of death and violence and bringing her to a paradise she hadn’t known existed. Most of all, she was never alone.
“You are obviously hallucinating and quite ill.” He kissed her again, lingering over the pleasure. He showed every restraint. He didn’t kiss her possessively. He didn’t devour her, or pick her up and shake her. His insides were roiling like the clouds had been, a turbulent storm that wouldn’t die down. He could control it, keep it from spilling out and shaking the earth around him, but he couldn’t make it go away.
Her fingers involuntarily slipped away from his hair, her arm dropping to her side. “I’ll agree with the quite ill part. I’m not doing a very good job of controlling my body temperature. First I was freezing, then hot, and now I’m cold all over again.”
“I am going to do my best to heal you, Destiny, so lie still and do
not
give me any trouble. A man can only take so much.”
His voice was far too loving for her to worry. She smiled as her lashes drifted down. “I wish I were human so I could dream about you all the time.”
“I thought you did dream about me.” That drowsy note in her voice caught at him. He bent his head once more to brush a kiss over her mouth. “Go ahead and sleep now, Destiny. I will put you in the shelter of the earth when I am certain all traces of the vampire’s poison are gone.”
She didn’t answer him. The choking lump blocking her throat came out of nowhere. No matter what he did, there would be no way to erase the taint of the vampire. She had accepted it as a fact, but she wasn’t certain Nicolae ever would. Or even if he could. Destiny had no idea how to resolve the problem and she was far too tired to think about it any more. She allowed herself to drift, lulled by the soothing rhythm of the water and the warmth spreading through her body as Nicolae began the slow, meticulous healing process of their kind.