Antonietta pushed an unsteady hand through her hair deliberately stepping into the passageway to give herself space.
“You can’t possibly want a long-term, permanent relationship with me. You don’t even know me.”
“That is not precisely true, Antonietta. There is very little about you I do not know. I took the time, sitting quietly in your home, listening to you. Hearing the music you play, watching you with your family. I know you far better than you think. You have not taken the time to get to know me. You thought you could have me for a lover, and your perfect world would remain intact. You wouldn’t have to do anything different at all, but in truth, there is always change and consequences.”
She didn’t like seeing herself through his eyes. He made her feel shallow and self-centered. “There is nothing wrong with a woman being practical, Byron. Men take lovers and walk away all the time. They’ve been doing it for centuries. I’m practical, not unemotional. I have a family depending on me, I have a full-time career. Can’t you see that I’m making sense? You’re not in love with me.” She dared him to lie to her and say he was.
He paced away from her, returned to stand over her. She felt his shadow even in the darkened passageway. Felt his presence, not the man she was so comfortable with, not the man she had come to think of as sweet and courtly, but a dangerous predator stalking her in the narrow confines of the Scarlett! passageway. She had the impression of lips drawn back in a silent snarl and fangs exposed. “How would you know what I feel or do not feel?” His voice was so low it could barely be heard, yet there was a note in it that increased her fear even more.
Antonietta put out her hand. A test. Byron instantly caught her hand, drew her palm to the warmth of his chest. She could feel his heart beating. Steady. Strong. A perfect rhythm, and her own heart seemed to want to follow. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.” She stepped closer to him. “I did, didn’t I? I hurt you by saying I didn’t want a permanent relationship with you. I didn’t mean it the way it came out.” Why had she been so afraid? How could she ever think that Byron, with his impeccable manners, would be anything but generous and courteous? She was becoming fanciful after her misadventure in the night.
“No man wants to be told he will be discarded gladly.”
Byron said. “It is a bit hard on the ego.” He brought her fingers to his mouth.
Antonietta expected a brief kiss. His mouth closed over her finger. And it was hot and moist and everything it had been when he had been lavishing attention on her breast. She thought she might fall down, simply melt into a puddle on the floor. “I think my hormones are in overdrive, Byron.” She had no other defense besides humor. “If you keep that up, I might have to consider ripping your shirt right off of you.”
“I do not think that is designed to stop me, Antonietta.” There was a hint of laughter in his voice. His teeth nibbled at her finger, scraped along the pad of her thumb. “How did you discover this room? You do not come into the passageway that often, do you?”
His tone sounded mildly curious, yet she had the impression he was waiting for her answer. That his tone was quite at odds with his emotions. “Most of my life I could manage to read people, Byron. I’ve always thought it was because I was blind, and I had to rely on other senses to get by. You’re very difficult, because you don’t say very much and I can’t rely on your voice to give away your emotions.” She reached up to touch his face, gently mapping his expression with her fingertips.
“I have never been blind, Antonietta, although for a long time I was color-blind. I saw the world in shades of gray and white and charcoal. It is a condition in the males of my people. Most lose the ability to see in color when they come into full power, but I took much longer.”
Byron seemed so sad, suddenly she pressed closer to him. “What is it? What are you thinking of?”
“A time long ago when I had a childhood friend. More than a friend. In my world, our siblings can be quite a bit older. My friend was my family. We were never far apart from one another, and he made life bearable for me. I worked with jewelry, and Jacques would try his hand at it.” His mouth curved at the memory of Jacques’s antics. Byron was a gem-caller, able to sing the stones of the Earth into revealing themselves, and Jacques often accompanied him into the deepest caves. “My friend disappeared for several years and was presumed dead. My life was hell after that. I felt alone, and maybe I was even angry with him for dying and leaving me behind. I felt lost, without an anchor. And one day I saw a woman. I could see her in color. I knew she had red hair and green eyes. When that happens, the male of our species knows she is the one woman. But I could not see anyone or anything else in color, which did not make sense if she were my lifemate, as colors are fully restored to us through our lifemate. I should have known better, should have taken the time to think things through, but I was not so patient back then.”
The sadness weighed so heavily on him, it seemed a burden, a great sorrow. Antonietta felt it in her heart, in her mind, but she remained silent, hoping he would continue. She had a feeling he had never told the story to anyone else.
Byron turned his head to kiss her fingertips. “Later, I realized my friend Jacques and I were so close I was picking up visions from his head. He had been tortured, and he was half mad. He did not remember any of us, so it did not occur to me, at the time that I was still connected to him, still seeing through his eyes as we had often done, sharing information on our personal path. But by the time I figured out what was happening, it was too late; I had ruined our friendship and instilled a deep distrust of me in him. He needed me, and I let him down. I have regretted those rash days bitterly.”
“How sad, Byron. I hope your friend is better now. And if he was such a good friend, I’m certain as he heals, he’ll forgive anything you might have done.”
“The connection between us is still there, should either of us decide to use it, but I no longer saw in colors. My life returned to grays and shadows. Until I met you.”
The way he said it, starkly, honestly, tugged at her heartstrings. Until I met you. It had to be his voice that affected her so completely. “What changed?” There seemed to be a lump in her throat. Antonietta gave herself a stern warning. He was a man, just like other men, one who would come and go just as they all did. It mattered little what sweet words he came up with, in the long run, the prenuptial agreement always told what they were after. And it was never Antonietta, the woman.
“My entire life,” he said simply.
And there in the absolute darkness, she wanted to believe him. “Kiss me, Byron. Just kiss me again.” Her arms slid around his neck, and she pressed her body close to his. An offering. A hunger. A need. She might not want him to be special, might not want to believe he was different from all the others to her, but she needed him to kiss her. And she had never needed anyone.
He murmured something in a language she had never heard before and bent his head to hers. His lips feathered over her face, along her cheekbones, a soft assault on her senses. There was tremendous strength in his hands as he pulled her even closer, fitting her body into the cradle of his hips. His mouth teased hers. His teeth tugged at her bottom lip, a sweet temptation that left her helpless to resist had she wanted.
Antonietta moved restlessly, a deliberate enticement. When he was with her, when he was near, she had a difficult time thinking of anyone else. Anything else. She craved him in the way an addict might a drug. “A compulsion,” she murmured. “That’s what you are. A sorcerer, and you’ve cast a spell on me.”
“And here I thought it was the other way around.” He whispered the words against her lips.
Before she could answer, his mouth took possession of hers, and the world turned upside down. It didn’t matter that there was no light, colors burst behind her eyes and exploded like fireworks in her mind. Beneath her feet the earth rippled so that she clung to him. She lost all ability to breathe, yet he was the very air for her. Antonietta clung to him, unprepared for the way her body simply went soft and pliant and needy. “This has never happened before.”