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frustration. I must go. His arms slithered from around her as he scooted off
the bed. He gathered his robe, pushed his arms through the sleeves and
tightened the sash.
Charlene s eyes were filled again with unshed tears, but she didn t speak.
And that s how he left her. Speechless and alone.
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Chapter Fifteen
Charlee felt bound to Devin as if their hearts were shackled together. How
could she let this happen? When had she let down her guard and fallen for the
man? Or was it just lust?
For God s sake, he was a vampire.
She pulled the comforter up over her shoulders, seeking warmth. His
departure had left her cold, empty, and alone. Never had she felt this way. She
was a career-minded, independent woman who didn t need anyone. But the
night s events had shattered everything, revealing her weaknesses. She needed
her brothers, even arrogant and pushy. She needed them couldn t do without
them.
And for some irrational reason, she needed Devin. She felt the weight of the
ring on her finger as a reminder. No matter how she fought the inevitable, deep
inside she knew they were meant for each other. They fit one another. Before
now, she had been a car without wheels, a tire without spokes. He completed
her like no other man could.
She lay back, facing the door, and startled when the knob rattled. She
couldn t resist the smile that tilted her lips as the door squeaked open. Soft
footsteps slid across the floor.
Devin had returned.
I know you do not sleep. The deep voice was not what Charlene had
expected as she sprung into a sitting position. Frantically she pulled the covers
up to hide her nudity.
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Damien stood before her, his dark eyes pinning her as tightly to the bed as
any ropes or chains could.
Je suis désolé. His aloof expression showed no apology, neither did his
cool tone.
She brushed a hand through the air, pointing toward the door. Haven t
you heard of knocking?
Damn the man. He gave her quite a start. Her pulse raced, her heart
pummeled against her chest.
His movements were graceful, but predatory like a cat as he crossed the
room. Again, I am sorry to have frightened you, but we must talk. I ask that
you close the path between you and Devin.
This man was dangerous and she didn t need the goosebumps scampering
across her arms to tell her that. He reeked of it as he came to sit on the side of
the bed. His dark eyes burned into her. His nostrils flared and she knew he
scented her and Devin s sex in the air. By the bulge in his pants hardening
before her, the way his gaze stroked her body beneath the coverings, she knew
he was thinking about their fantasy sex.
Well hell. What was she suppose to do now? It would be silly to think she
could outrun him.
For the first time since she met Damien, she saw the man s confidence
waver. The bed moaned as he shifted. Close the path. I feel Devin stirring in
his sleep.
She knew damn well what he asked. But she couldn t help the sarcasm
that followed. And pray tell how do I close the path? Not to mention that she
would be at the man s mercy if she couldn t call to Devin.
Why was Damien not aground? How did he face the light of day, when
apparently Devin could not?
His lips curled in a sibilance of a snarl. Little one, do not test me. It is late.
I am tired. Gloria awaits me.
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Charlee lurched forward. The comforter slipped, revealing a breast. You
keep your hands off of Gloria. His gaze dropped.
Cover yourself, he snarled, showing more teeth than she cared to see.
Still, she let the bedspread slip further down to her waist. Her nipples
unexpectedly tightened as the cool air caressed them. Fuck you.
Had she lost her mind? With Damien, she surely tempted the devil. Yet she
found the courage to lean forward and murmur, Stay away from Gloria.
Silently Charlee called to Devin but her thoughts were intercepted by Damien.
The link between Devin and Charlee closed like the slamming of a door,
knocking her back upon the bed. She tried to rise, but her body lie frozen,
unable to move.
Frustration, not to mention a good dose of fear icing up her spine, caused
her to scream, Let me go, bastard! as she struggled in vain.
There was male arrogance in his soft chuckle. You are a handful indeed.
He rose from the bed, stared down upon her and extended his hand toward
her.
Another scream clawed its way to her throat, the sound dying a silent death
as he grasped the covers and pulled them up to her neck. She almost laughed
in relief. Instead, the sound came out a whimper.
His touch was gentle as his knuckles stroked the line of her jaw. You have
nothing to fear from me, little one. I only seek my brother s happiness and
safety.
Charlee swallowed hard. Safety?
Again, he sat down on the edge of bed. Oui. There was sadness in his
tone.
Life was coming back into her body as he released his mental hold on her.
From what? she said as a brush of concern pushed her into a sitting position.
From himself.
She cocked a brow in question.
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The lines in his forehead hardened. Devin refuses to convert you to our
world without your consent.
With attitude, she said, And the problem is?
You, he stated bluntly.
She drew back as if he hit her. Me?
You are his mate. He stood abruptly. Without you he cannot live
wouldn t want to. It is foolish that he has not forced the issue.
Foolish? The heat of anger flushed across her face. She pulled the
comforter around her nakedness and slipped out of bed to stand before him.
Even on tiptoes, she only came to his chest. You damn arrogant man. No one
forces me to do anything.
Then he will die for your stubbornness to not see the truth. He reached
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