“I love you.” That was close to yes. Hopefully better.
His eyes went dark, his mouth opening, lips sweet and hot and so soft in his surprise. “I love you, Katharine. I always have. The rest was just the way to get back to you.”
“I…” She didn’t know what to say, so she didn’t.
The kiss was enough.
Epilogue
His sweet Katia was packed and ready, standing in the ivory foyer at the door with the moonlight shining on her hair. No one wore white like Katharine. “Jared? We’re going to miss our flight.”
“We’ll be fine, love.” Jared rolled his eyes, making Silvestri smile. The lad was still a bit confused, he thought. Receiving your dream often caused that, oddly enough. Silvestri thought Jared ought to get used to the feeling. “You do realize your Christmas tree is terrifying don’t you?”
He nodded, chuckling. “It amuses Devon.”
Jared should see the decorations he’d arranged for Easter.
One dark eyebrow arched, pushing almost up to Jared’s forehead. “Of course it does. Katharine, I’ll wait outside for the car. Say your goodbyes and we’ll go.”
Those beautiful blue eyes landed on him, his beautiful eagle, his Katia smiling as the door opened and closed, Devon carrying her bags as Jared insisted on lugging his own. “Oldefar. I will miss you.”
“No, you won’t. You will return to me, visit and laugh and tell me of your adventures, but your eternity with him will be filled.” It was as it should be.
Fire and ice together.
“I will always be your Katia.” Her fingers framed his face, stroked the hair by his temples. She was a constant comfort to him. “I do love you, Oldefar.”
“As I love you, child of my heart. Go with him, now. Follow the bond.” Of course she would always be his. His blood filled her veins.
Her lips brushed his and her eyes danced, sparking memories centuries-old.
A horn honked outside and Katharine jumped, growled a bit under her breath. “I will teach him patience or kill him trying.”
She was his own, bone-deep.
He swatted her behind as she turned, making her chuckle and dance a moment. Then, with a wave of one hand and an exciting smile, she was gone, the barest tingle left behind where she kissed him goodbye.
Silvestri laughed as his Katia left, the moon laughing with him.
About the Author
B.A. Tortuga lives in the southwest of the Unites States with several dogs and innumerable family members, and spends a lot of time writing, admiring hot guys and wallowing in hot tubs. B.A. has been published in numerous short story anthologies and one other novel.
Also available from B.A. Tortuga and Venus Press…
A Cowboy for Sara
Rain & Roses
Eagle of Ice, Scorpion of Fire Page 9