“It’s the way you look sometimes, Dayan,” Corinne said with a small self-mocking laugh. “You can look very intimidating when you choose.” She smiled up at him, her fingertips going up to smooth the hard edge from his sensually sculpted lips. “Like now, when you aren’t getting your way.”
His black eyes burned over her face. “I will always get my way, honey, when it comes to protecting you. I do not think there is a rational argument you can make about this. Lisa will not care much for her job if you are dead. You are capable of writing songs anywhere. I also know that you are far more frightened than you are letting on and you agree with me that we should protect Lisa despite her refusal to accept how grave your situation is.”
“Is this what it’s going to be like with you?” Corinne sent him a smoldering look of warning from under her long lashes. “I don’t like you reading my mind.”
“You will soon be reading mine,” he answered without censoring his thoughts.
Corinne raised an eyebrow at him. “I’m just supposed to suddenly acquire the ability to be telepathic? Does it rub off on people when you’re around them too much?”
Dayan shrugged again. “We will have to see, Corinne.” His hand moved up and down her arms to warm her. “You are getting cold out here.”
“It’s beautiful, though. I hate to be indoors at night. The sky always looks so incredible.” Corinne laughed softly. “Of course, I feel that way during the day too. I love to look at clouds. Lisa drives like a maniac, but she says I’m worse because I can’t keep my eyes off the sky.” She looked up at him. “I don’t want to miss anything, you know? The world is such a beautiful place; I want to see as much of it as I can.” She walked a little further along the pavement. “Where are you from originally? You have an accent, but I can’t place it.”
“I have traveled so much over the years I do not know if my way of speaking reflects any one place. I speak several languages. But I was born in the Carpathian Mountains in Europe. I spent most of my younger years in Africa.”
“How interesting. What did your parents do?”
“I was a mere boy when they were killed. Darius raised us, the band members. We were all children, and we grew up a little wild.” Dayan smiled at her, his teeth very white in the darkness. “I think we are still a little wild.”
Corinne allowed him to lace his fingers through hers, though she wasn’t altogether certain why. A part of her wanted to be realistic and strong, while the other, more treacherous side whispered of temptation, whispered she should enjoy his company while she could. “So Darius is much older than you are?”
“Darius is an extraordinary individual. He was six years old when our parents were killed. I was four. He kept us alive.” He waved his hand, the movement graceful as he dismissed the past. “It was a long time ago.”
Corinne reached up to rub his jaw with the palm of her hand. “You sound so sad, Dayan. It couldn’t have been that long ago. Was your childhood difficult?”
“It was an adventure, Corinne, unlike yours. Remember, all of us are telepathic, and we are used to our differences. It was a wild, fun, very exciting time. Tell me about your childhood. I know bits and pieces through your memories, but you have locked most of it behind a heavy door I do not wish to open without permission.”
They walked together unhurriedly along the pavement. Dayan seemed to glide beside her, making no noise. If she hadn’t felt the security of his large frame brushing hers and his hand wrapped around her fingers, she would not have known he was beside her. In a way it was reassuring, yet it was also eerie to feel such raw power and stealth in him. “You aren’t like everyone else.” She said it quietly, intuitively.
There was a small silence, the space of several heartbeats. “I am from an ancient lineage,” he admitted softly. “I have gifts, special gifts granted to me.”
She smiled in the darkness. “I am very glad we met, Dayan. There is something wonderful and beautiful about you. When I’m with you I feel as if I could go on forever. The words to your songs and the beautiful music you play are exceptional. I love the sound of your voice, speaking or singing.”
He curled her hand against his chest, so that she could feel his heart beating strongly beneath her skin, right through his shirt. She could feel the heat of his skin, the call of his masculine body as his muscles moved subtly. Above her head, Dayan smiled, his smile slightly wolfish. “You are deliberately trying to direct the conversation away from your childhood.” He was secretly pleased by the sincerity he detected in her mind. He had placed no compulsion on Corinne, nothing to enhance her feelings for him. He was relying on the fact that she was his true lifemate, yet he had not bound her to him with the ritual words. He feared their forced parting during the daylight hours might be too difficult for her strained heart.
“Why would you want to hear a boring story on such a beautiful night?” Corinne kept her head down, not wanting to look into his eyes when they saw far too much.
“I want to know everything about you, Corinne,” he said softly, his voice sheer black magic in the dark of the night.
How could anyone refuse the beauty of that voice? She took a breath, let it out. “The bad memories are of my mother drinking. I can’t really recall much of her doing anything else. There were always men and awful little rooms we lived in, stuffy and hot. I spent all my time listening to music. I’d sneak out and find places where there was live music.” She tossed him a quick grin. “It was an advantage being small — I could fit anywhere, and using telekinesis, I could remove locks and open heavy doors.”
His hand moved over her hair in a small caress. He had to touch her. He could feel the contrasting emotions accompanying her memories.
“I lived for music. I dreamed it and heard it night and day in my head. It kept me sane when I was alone. It balanced my world, was something I escaped into. And then, of course, I met John and Lisa and their father.”
There was such a wealth of sadness in her voice, Dayan gathered her into his arms, gently, protectively, his body sheltering hers in the dark of the night. He held her as if she were fragile porcelain, a precious treasure. “I’m grateful you had John and Lisa.” And he meant it. John had saved Lisa’s life and protected Corinne. He had done his best to create a family for them. Dayan was grateful someone had been there for her when he could not.
“Don’t fall in love with me, Dayan,” she murmured softly, pleading with him. She was fighting for him, wanting him to understand he couldn’t feel so strongly about her. It was going to be bad enough with Lisa; she couldn’t bear for Dayan to count on her and then lose her too.
His hand cupped her chin, tilting her head so that her eyes met his steady gaze. “I know you better than anyone has ever known you. How could I not love you when I see into your mind and heart? You are
everything
to me. I know you cannot understand, and to you it does not make sense, but to me — a wanderer with no one to love him, no one to chase away the demons — you are a miracle.”
“Is that what I do for you?” She smiled in spite of herself, the thought beautiful to her. “Do I really chase away the demons?”
Without hurry, almost lazily, he bent his dark head and took possession of her mouth. He was gentle; there was nothing but gentleness in Dayan when he touched her, a gentleness so at odds with his enormous strength. But his mouth was pure magic, opening a door to a world she had never known existed before he had come into her life. His mouth was masculine and hot, dominating hers; the very earth shifted beneath her feet so that she clung to him for support. He swept her up against his hard frame, yet he held her with exquisite tenderness, infinite tenderness. His mouth was sheer magic.
He swept Corinne into another world, one of passion and exotic fantasies. One she had never dared to imagine. She might chase away demons for him, but he was something altogether different to her. Unreal. A mythical god. A man of legend. A hero. She smiled against his perfectly sculpted lips, velvet soft and hotly erotic. Every time she looked into his black eyes, so intense, so