Shaking her head, she pulled free of Torin’s grip and ignored the iciness crawling through her without his touch to ground her.
“I don’t need that power, Torin,” she said firmly. “I don’t want it. I don’t ever want to risk losing control again.”
“If you fear losing control,” he said quietly, “then there’s a reason for that fear. It means only that you don’t trust yourself.”
“Damn straight I don’t,” she countered. “I killed that guy, Torin.” She shuddered and wrapped her arms around her middle to offset the shivers racking her body. “God, sometimes in my dreams, I can still hear him screaming.”
He huffed out an impatient breath. “The man was not worth one moment of your guilt or misery. He would have killed you, Shea.”
“Instead I killed him.” She looked at him. “I don’t want to use the fire, Torin. I don’t want to open that door again.”
God, she thought with a wincing inner laugh. Opening doors. Wasn’t that what had gotten her into trouble centuries ago? The coven had opened doors and nearly ended the world.
“Pretending it doesn’t exist doesn’t tame the ability. You can’t claim some of your power and not the rest, Shea. This gift is yours. The magic is in you. You decide how and when to use it.”
She stabbed her index finger at him. “Exactly. And I choose not to use it.”
She tried to walk away from him, but he snaked out a hand and held her fast. Whipping her head around, she glared at him, but his grip only tightened.
“And if you need that power to defend yourself or an innocent?”
Good question. She didn’t know.
“Shea,” he said, his voice dipping so low she nearly didn’t hear it over the hum of the great ship’s engines and the slap of the waves against her hull. “You must trust me. I can show you how to use the fire. To contain it. Your fear, your inexperience, drove you before when that man attacked you. It wouldn’t be the same now.”
Was he right? Shea wanted him to be. She never wanted to lose control of her powers again. She had come a long way in a few short weeks, mastering abilities, channeling her energies. She’d learned so much, but there was still so much she didn’t know.
And there wasn’t much time left to cram for her upcoming test. Only another thousand or so years of things to study up on.
Could she really afford not to learn?
“All right,” she said softly, before she could change her mind. “Show me, Torin.”
He smiled then and something inside her fisted. Those rare, beautiful smiles of his never failed to stir her. But then, he had been right when he told her that once the mating had begun, the feelings between them would only intensify.
Her body burned for his constantly. Her soul cried out for him. He really was the other half of her soul. But still, there was something holding her back, keeping her from admitting even to herself how much she loved him, and she couldn’t confess to him what it was.
She was afraid.
Not of Torin.
Of herself.
A seed of doubt lingered inside her. The worry that she wouldn’t be strong enough to vanquish the darkness. That she would instead get sucked into it all over again. That the power raging through her would overwhelm who she was and turn her into something she didn’t even want to think about.
But Torin couldn’t hear her thoughts, thank God, so he didn’t know about those night terrors that brought her up out of sleep, shaking. He didn’t hear the sly whispers in her mind, reminding her of what she had once been-what she could be again.
He stood there, holding her, smiling at her, and Shea wanted to tell him what she was feeling, thinking, dreading. But she didn’t want to risk seeing disgust on his features. Didn’t want to see him turn from her, or stop believing in her.
She wasn’t at all sure that she would be able to go on if she didn’t have her Eternal at her side.
“We’ll do this now, then,” he said and released her.
The night was all around them, the moon drifting in a star-splashed sky. At the rear of the ship, with only the sweep of sky and sea surrounding them, they were as isolated as it was possible to be.
“Call the fire, Shea.”
“How?”
“Feel it rise inside you. Hold your hands out in front of you and will the flames into existence.”
She swallowed hard and did as he asked, making sure that her hands weren’t pointed at him. How odd to have to treat your own hands like loaded guns.
Nodding to herself in silent encouragement, she concentrated on her hands. In her mind, she saw the fire and a rush of power pushed through her. She surrendered to it, allowing it to grow and burst free. Instantly, flames erupted at her fingertips and she jumped in response.
“Easy,” he soothed.
The flames were wild, whipping in the wind, shooting from the tips of her fingers into the dark like tiny roman candles.
“Call it back,” he said, from right beside her. “Tame each flame with your mind. Bend them to your will.”
She tipped her head to one side, studied the fire and focused as she never had before. One by one, the flames obeyed, shrinking, then growing as she wished it. They danced across her skin, flared with brilliant color, then dimmed until they were hardly more than match flames, struggling in the wind.
Smiling now, Shea stretched her arms over her head, waved her hands and looked up so she could watch the lights she had created through her abilities and the strength of her own will.
“You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen,” Torin said.
Her heartbeat leapt and the flames on her hands magnified in response. Quickly, she gathered herself, quieted the flames and watched as they winked out, leaving her hands unharmed. Only then did she turn to Torin and look into his eyes.
“Beautiful,” he repeated. “In lifetime after lifetime, the essence of you was unchanged. Your eyes, always this brilliant green. Your soul, always calling to mine. And always, I have loved you.”
She swayed unsteadily, hearing those words and knowing just how deeply he meant them. She wanted to give them back to him. Needed to, as if her very life depended on it. Yet they stuck in her throat and died unuttered. How could she love him when she didn’t trust herself?
“But now, in this lifetime, Shea, you are more beautiful than you have ever been.” He moved closer and cupped her face in his palms. “Your magic drives you, but your heart guides you.”
“Torin…”
“No more words, Shea,” he said. “For what we both want, there is no need for words.”
Torin waved one hand and her clothing disappeared. In the glow of the moonlight, her skin looked like porcelain. His unbeating heart swelled with the emotions crowding inside him. Torin had never, in all the years of his existence, felt what he did now, for this woman. This witch. His. Always and forever, his.
He dispensed with his own clothing an instant later and reached for her, pulling her body to align with his. The slide of her skin on his inflamed him. His flesh warmed, his body went to stone. Weeks now, they had been together. They had given themselves up to the mating sex and the fire they produced between them was searing. But they hadn’t shared tenderness. And tonight, that was what he wanted-for himself.
For her.
Her arms linked around his neck and she went up on her toes to kiss him, parting his lips with her tongue, sliding inside his mouth to quicken the heat building between them.
He took as well as he gave, delving deep into her warmth, tasting all she was, all she would be. His mind raced with raw emotions and sensations that he had hardly had time to appreciate. On the run, chased from one supposedly safe spot to the next, running for their lives and on a quest, they had yet to be able to stand still long enough to thoroughly enjoy what they had found together.
Until now.
Breaking the kiss, he locked his gaze with hers as he waved his hand at the deck of the verandah. Instantly, there appeared a mattres
s of the softest down. Covered in snowy white linen with mounds of pillows at one end, it shone like a jewel in the darkness.
“Torin…”
“We take tonight, Shea,” he whispered. “No training, no practicing, no worries for what will come. Tonight there is only us.”
“Yes,” she said on a sigh and allowed him to lay her down gently on the mattress beneath the stars.
Gently, lovingly, he traced the outline of her mating tattoo with the tips of his fingers. Starting at her nipple, he followed the line of flames around and back to her shoulder, her spine. Each tiny flame burst into color, life, as he touched them. her body instinctively responding to the call of his.
He felt his own branding burn on his skin and he relished the feel, because it marked them as one. It joined them as nothing else ever could.
Bending his head to her breast, Torin let his tongue trace the same trail his fingers had moments before. She sighed at the contact and held his head to her breast, hungry for more.
He gave her what she craved. What they both craved.
“Torin,” she whispered, “you make me feel so much.”
His hands moved over her skin, tracing every line, every curve and he felt his heart swell in his chest. She was everything and more to him. She had no idea what he would do for her. What he would sacrifice for her.
To save this witch, he would surrender the world if he had to. Because without her, he was nothing. Without her, there was only the loneliness of centuries past. The misery of knowing what he had found only to lose it.
Her hands slid up and down his back, then his chest, stroking the branding tattoo until the lines of each flame burned with a fiery red light and he felt the heat of every one of those flames licking at him.
She stroked him, reaching down between their bodies to wrap her fingers around his hard thickness. Sliding her hand gently up and down, stroking the tip of him until he was forced to hiss in breath after breath in a gritty determination to hold on. To not claim the release she was bent on giving him.
At last, though, he couldn’t take her touch without the risk of exploding, so he pulled her hand free of him and smiled down into her emerald green eyes. “Not yet, Shea. There is much I wish to do to you. For you.”
“You give to me all the time, Torin,” she said, arching off the bed toward him, needing the feel of his skin on hers as badly as he did.
“And it will continue,” he vowed. “I will always put you first above all others. Your happiness means more to me than anything.”
She stilled and looked deeply into his eyes. “You do make me happy, Torin. Happier than I ever thought I would be. After Aunt Mairi died, I was so alone and so scared. I never imagined I could feel like this. That I would find purpose again. That I would find you.”
He kissed her then, long and deep and hard. Dragging that moment on for a small eternity because the taste of her was staggering to him. But there was more he wanted, needed, to taste.
Sliding along her body, he caressed her skin, kissed every inch of her as he worked his way down, past her breasts, her abdomen, to the very heart of her. He parted her thighs with the touch of his hand. She opened for him eagerly, willingly. He dipped first one finger, then two, into her hot depths and watched her face as she lifted her hips into his hand. The mating tattoo burned a dark, bright red around her breast and an answering fire sizzled on his own skin.
He felt the mark chasing down along his spine and knew that Shea was experiencing the same. The brand was nearing completion and now it would burn fiercely whenever they came together. A reminder, he thought, of what they had earned. What they had become.
Moving now, Torin knelt between her thighs and watched her smile as she lifted her hips to welcome his body. But he wanted something more from her first. Wanted to take and give and feel her shatter.
Scooping his hands under her behind, he lifted her off the bed and held her, suspended. “Drape your legs over my shoulders, Shea.”
“Torin…” She bit her lip and did as he asked.
He kept his gaze locked with hers as he lowered his head to taste her most intimate flesh. At the first swipe of his tongue, Shea groaned aloud and took a sharp, quick breath. That soft sigh of sound fed the desire pumping through him.
Torin licked and tasted and nibbled at her core until she was breathing in ragged gasps and twisting in his hold. She rocked her hips wildly, desperate for the release he kept pushing her toward. She fisted her fingers in his hair and held his mouth to her when the first ripples of sensation coursed through her and Torin felt every jolting surge of pleasure as it shook her to the bone.
Only when the last one had dissolved, leaving her body trembling with release, did he ease her back onto the mattress. He buried his body within hers in a long, hard stroke, laying claim to all she was. She urged him on with tiny, barely heard cries of ecstasy.
He felt lightning-like whips of energy snapping between the two of them. They moved together in a tender symphony of rhythm. Her body tightened around his, liquid heat, clenching down, pulling him deeper, deeper, until Torin was sure he would never completely be apart from her again. The fires between them burned and flared. He reached for her hand and twined their fingers together.
The mating fire erupted, burning brightly over their joined hands as their bodies shattered together, each of them jolting into a climax that was all the stronger for the sharing.
In the darkness, two decks above, the tip of a cigarette glowed in the darkness like the eye of a demon.
The watcher smiled.
Chapter 42
“It’s time.” Kellyn spoke into her phone and idly plucked a stray thread from her plum-colored silk shirt. “According to my contact, Shea and Torin are very close now. They should be right where I expect them sometime in the next twenty-four hours. I’ll need to have everything in place well before so we’re ready to go at a moment’s notice. I’ll handle all of the arrangements.”
“Kellyn,” the voice on the phone said patiently, “we’ve discussed this before. You’ve given me the coordinates for this confrontation and I’ve already made the arrangements. When we hang up, I’ll notify them to set up immediately.”
Rage swarmed like dragonflies in the pit of her belly, but Kellyn bit back her frustration and kept her voice cool and disaffected. She’d come too far to lose her temper now. She still needed this connection. So she took a breath and said, “I’m sure you remember how badly the Seeker operation ended.”
“Yes, but my instructions weren’t followed,” the caller insisted. “And those who made the mistakes have been dealt with. This time it will be different. My own people are taking care of things rather than subcontracting it out. There won’t be any blunders this time-I won’t stand for it.”
Neither would Kellyn. Which was why she wanted to be in charge. However, there were still reasons for maintaining this relationship, so she would give it another try.
“Now, if the coordinates you gave me haven’t changed…” the voice continued.
“They haven’t.” Kellyn knew exactly where the witch and her Eternal were headed. It might take Shea a bit longer to recall everything, but Kellyn’s memories had returned some time ago. The past was wide-open to her and the future, if maneuvered correctly, shone with promise.
“All right, then,” the voice said with confidence. “I’ll make the call. Everything will be set up and waiting within the hour.”
“Fine.” Kellyn forced a smile and looked down on the street traffic in front of her hotel. Yes, the view had changed, but any view that could be seen from the very best suite in a luxury hotel was a good one. She laughed to think of Shea and her Eternal, darting across the countryside, staying in tacky motels and abandoned homes. All to avoid detection, she thought-for all the good it had done them.
Between the trackers implanted in Shea’s body and the scrying Kellyn had been doing, the witch and the Eternal had been chased from one edge of the country to the next. She had enj
oyed her magical meetings with Shea and was looking forward to the next time they met. Kellyn would talk Shea into turning her back on the coven and joining forces with her. Then the two of them would hunt down the other Awakened witches, each in turn. And in the end, the Artifact and the power would be theirs.
Smiling, she realized she was in a much better mood as she told her partner, “I’ll go directly to the coordinates and make sure your people are set up correctly.”
“That’s a good idea. I’ll contact them, let them know you’re coming and that they should do as you order.”
“Excellent.” Nothing she liked better than men snapping to attention.
“Fine then,” the caller said easily. “And Kellyn, see that nothing goes wrong this time. I don’t want the witch dead. She’s no good to either of us unless she’s alive.”
“I know that even better than you.” Kellyn hung up and tossed the phone onto a nearby chair.
She didn’t need to be reminded about anything. Especially not by one who had only recently joined in the hunt.
Kellyn had been waiting for this for centuries.
“Soon,” she whispered, chuckling as a pedestrian rushed into the street and was smacked by a taxi. “Soon, I won’t need anyone. Shea and I will take charge of the Awakening and nothing will ever be the same.”
Shea and Torin were the first to leave the ship.
Actually, they left before the ship landed in Southampton. The moment they were close enough to shore, Torin flashed them out, leaving behind the luxurious interlude.
But time was passing and she had no room for regrets or looking backward. Torin had been right, of course. The moment she had set foot on British soil, she had known exactly where they had to go. Was it a sense memory? Was it a clue left behind in her subconscious when her memories were unlocked, allowing her to recall her past lives?
“Shea?”
“I know where to go,” she said. “Pembrokeshire, Wales. But just get us close. I want to do a spell before we go to Haven. Make sure we’re not walking into a trap.”
“Good idea.”
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